The Crazy Woman

I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

I'll wait until November
That is the time for me.
I'll go out in the frosty dark
And sing most terribly.

And all the little people
Will stare at me and say,
"That is the Crazy Woman
Who would not sing in May."

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by Gwendolyn Brooks

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Stuff happens hey...makes you wait for November to sing. Lovit...👍👍👍
Lovely poem with an interesting narrative. Thanks a lot.
Crazy woman would not sing in May. It is a heart catching line.
This poem is to flowem I fell like I should tow them
Intriguing Poem
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