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JUNE.

Oh, shrouded June, with your gold face hidden, What have- you brought in your lucky bag? May’s empty satchel begins to sag, For May to a twelve-mouth’s rest is bidden,And she makes a screen of the waxing moon. But what have you brought in, your baggage, June?

What have you brought us? A pulsing sorrow ? A soft, shy joy, with its rosebud lips? Do you pass me a hate with your finger tips? Or a liardy friend for a. grey to-morrow? I can 'hear the tap of your hurrying: shoo n And the hinge of the door is creaking, June. —M. Forrest, in the Australasian.

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Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 19 June 1926, Page 18

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106

JUNE. Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 19 June 1926, Page 18

JUNE. Hawera Star, Volume XLVI, 19 June 1926, Page 18