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May the Tenth


Most folk recall their wedding day,

Well, those who appreciate,

But I know one who also knew

Their initial meeting date.


My mum and dad got married

In 1942

St. Swithen’s day, July fifteenth

Though ’nother date he knew.


They met in 1939

A ‘Good Templar’, meeting place,

Dad saw the lass and winked at her

Whene’er he saw her face.


It was a mid week evening

The second Wednesday,

Their eyes did meet, it was true love,

The date was, tenth of May.


Now every year thereafter,

My father bought a gift

A  box of chocs, bouquet of flowers

To give his love a lift.


For MANY years this happened

Then he was asked by she,

“Why do you celebrate THIS date

But our wedding date may flee


Out of your memory, fine" 

Quickly, responded he.                                                                                                                          “If there hadn’t been a ‘tenth of May                                                                                                                                                                                                                         No wedding day would be."                    



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