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written by: Robin McNamara



If I go to March,
And I met you April,
Would you introduce me,
To May?
And promise to take me,
To June?

Will you be my Summer,
As I reach the Autumn,
Of my life.

Our time together so short,
Like Winter’s Solstice.

Robin McNamara

Robin McNamara

Living in Waterford City, formerly lived in Copenhagen. Former journalist with Insight Magazine, Dublin. Likes dogs, football, coffee. Enjoys observing and watching nature change for inspiration in writing.
Robin McNamara

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