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MARCH.

March is a gipsy maid, With ©yes ashime, Brown with a touch of green— Eyes like mine ! Filled with the wonder of the earth and sea— Touched with the darkness that is yet to be! March is a gipsy maid, The New Year’s child— With clothes all ragged, And her hair all wild— Holding in her bare hands, dropping one by one, Little beads of grey rain, little motes of sun. March is a gip3y maid— Hush, hear her pass— Whirling ail the dead leave®, Tossing all the grass! March, little gipsy maid, wild like me, With her feet on the hills and her eyes on the sea! —By Patricia Mann.

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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18406, 7 March 1928, Page 6

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112

MARCH. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18406, 7 March 1928, Page 6

MARCH. Star (Christchurch), Issue 18406, 7 March 1928, Page 6