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I used to love the month
called May... the snows had left the robins returned the flowers bloomed and profused all passions slowly-burned the winds more gently called and wooed May was my reprieve my reason to believe that life might live again and make itself anew Now May has other meanings the kind of acquaintance I'd rather not renew would I pretend the years are distant yet some of them remain how I'd like to forget and tuck them into the earth to stay let the dead let ghosts stay quieted let memory be buried down within the loamy earth to stay ******************** LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK 5/12/20 1:11PM Pacific Standard Time TIME/DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD THANK YOU kindly....FOR READING Vote for this poem |
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