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Jul 15
we would dance around the may pole
in the playground that was a war-zone
we were about 10 years old..
i say we danced i prayed for rain,alone..

it was usually dismal and cold but
the church and the council could nt condone
us dancing around a big ****
and so we were done..

this had ocurred to none and when i asked
no answer was forth-coming..pagan rites
the worship of fertility and procreation..
nature our true inheritence..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
17
   Dorothea Daisy
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