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Nina Vallard
Nina is a
My Name Day
I was an unwanted present that year
A stowaway on Christmas cheer
As my hostess hid in a harbour town
Pining away by a pine tree
Barely decorated
Nervous and fearful of my arrival
A big bump with a bigger kick
New Years Day felt like the right time
To burst out of hiding
I snuck in during a dismal afternoon
I intended to erupt but I lost my nerve
Why make things harder than they already were?
A baby of the state
No name, one date
Months passed without event
Valentine’s Day was as romantic as Lent
Until one day I was collected
And given a name
Named after St Nicholas; Patron Saint of Sailors, Thieves and Children.
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