It’s the first anniversary
Of yesterday,
And banners have
Been made
To decorate the pavements
And back lanes,
Barrels tapped
And fluted glass filled,
And tomorrow will
Be the second that
Before long will bring a
Weekly appraisal,
A month’s celebrating,
And by the time the
Seasons have spun their
Wreathes once more
A whole calendar will have
Dawned and asked
What was so fascinating last year?
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