Phillipa

Can I compare me to a summer’s day,
Or late December back in sixty-three,
Life is fun trying not to fade away,
Whilst wearing a skirt below the knee,
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Doing volunteering, yoga and verse,
A dude wearing a skirt, happy and free,
A brush with cancer no longer a curse,
Tho’ still opens the heart, and eyes to see,
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Love is all, amidst the vile deeds of men,
Tho’ seemingly many, we’re all but one,
So, Look to the mind neath the age of ten,
Judge not till the day is over and gone,
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So let the show go on, music dance and mirth,
The dance of the hours, the dance of our birth.