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Recollections of May

11/31

When Winter's had its final groan
a new coin waiting to be spent
and limbs were lightly clothed
dancing with a lightened step
 
Like maypole with its coloured tapes
as we skipped and laughed
the teenage month, that held the fate
forever spinning, celebrate
hold hands, never looking back
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