“Hello! It’s me!
Remember I kept you warm
When you played.
Watched while you make daisy chains.
“I am June, 30 days of me!”

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a time or a place,
A place you call home.
Home is where the heart is.
Is what they say!
A time when growing up was carefree,
Carefree and full of wonder of the world.
World cocooned with love.
Love if all things you!
You fall, you get up again.
Again and again!
You grow up quickly.
Quickly learn what life is then leave.
Leave home. Get married, watch your kids grow.
Grow old and sit alone.
Alone in your last thoughts.
Thoughts of what it was like
in your time and your place.

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Miss your arms
Miss your touch
I miss you!

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June. The middle month.
The month of summer.
The month of standing tall.
Beauty and colour in abundant grace.
New life growing.
Summer breezes.
Children laughing running bare feet
in the grass.
Picnics. Sand castles diving into the waves
on the shore.
Mid summer festivals draw near celebrating
the Solstice.
June. The month of my birth too!

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By the power of the wind of air
And the power of the fire of the sun with subtle flare,
Bring forth thy beauty of floral colour.
Thunder roles forth with fiery lightning wonder.
Deluge of watery drop shalt fall from the steel angry cloudscape,
Make the ground douched satisfied with renewed vigour.
Drink with merriment the kindred souls of this earth.
Nurture and grow thy strength for all that is good.

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Once upon a time,
There was a bubble.
He met another bubble.
They fell in love.
They blew about in the breeze.
They had a falling out.
He popped off on a rose thorn.
He multiplied into multiple baby bubbles.
Blew away in a wind storm.
She was heart broken.
She launched herself to the floor.
She died popping off too.
The end!
Or was it!
They had baby bubbles where did they go?
Depends on the average life
span of the bubble and your
imagination!

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Are you ok dear?
You sound a bit warped!
You been on the funny tea again?

Why are you smiling like that?
Sort of lopsided and Willow the waspish!
Have you gone insane?

I see the problem I fear!
What have you done with your falsies?
no wonder you have that daft look.

You sat on them.
They’re stuck to the arse of your trousers.
No wonder you danced a jig!

You’ve been smiling from the wrong end.
Stick them back in the jam jar.
Let them have a bath and a brush up.

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being without you, my love.
You bring the light into my smile.
The warmth in my heart.

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Well hello March!
Come on in and bring
Spring with you.
Let the warmth of your
smile spread across the land

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To hear your laughter
Is the greatest gift
My beautiful child

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