The Pageant
B
Barry Middleton
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the pageant of the season turns
and hope may come and go
the bloom of spring is insincere
a brief pretense and show
the promises of youth are guile
then bitter age is due
a lover's smile forswears deceit
yet proves to be untrue
at last our very breath defrauds
the pageant put to rest
as kindly words attend the grave
to dignify the quest
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