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A poem for May 2015

 

May Day

 

My mother told me

that when she was young,

the Americans were banned

from the village on May Day.

They stayed put on the base.

Apparently, they thought that

the festivities were something

to do with International Workers’ Day.

All those children dancing

around the maypole,

weaving their socialist patterns,

were a threat to democracy.

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