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Carnival
It was warm but not hot
With a bit of a breeze
He slipped on his loafers
And stepped out with ease
She chose the red flats
And a light airy dress
Not overdone
But sure to impress
They agreed upon eight
At the local estab
He rode the bus
She took a cab
A quick drink and a smoke
Then they headed down
To the carnival
That had just come to to...
Wednesday 1st May 2019 9:17 pm
Mayday Mourning
Mourn for the May whose ribboned fripperies once, fluttering,
Fostered cheerful colour on each vernal village green.
Though brazen buddleias dash some dour dolour from the guttering,
They still raise sad rejoinders to our ugly, urban scene.
Then shone the season of gay garland and rich revelry;
Then was the maypole’s hour to overlook glad scenes.
...
Tuesday 1st May 2012 10:20 am
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