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MAY DAY!

I blinked at the sight of her goodbye tears

As she turned her back on the watching eyes

And I readily recalled the dismissive sneers

Employed for another audience during her rise;

A great public service that questioned austerity

Fearful of the cost to what had to be done

Disdainfully dismissed with arrogant asperity;

No tears then...when she thought she had won;

But kept instead for her subsequent fate,

As her tenure ran out of political pretend;

Just a great pity we all had to wait

So long and endure the farce to its end.

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◄ DEAD MAY WALKING

SING-SONG ►

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