"Do you remember back in childhood
How we loved the first day of May?
When we hung flower-filled baskets
On door knobs, then ran away?
Do you remember how the sweetest basket
Was for the one we loved the best.
And in it went the blossoms
that were fairer than the rest?
Such a beautiful and gracious custom
Somehow lost along the way
But the memories still linger
As welcome in the May. "
Milly Watson
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