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 “Little Willow”(by Joe DiMino)

Little willow
Why hung so low?
Ah! Here is a breeze
For your skirt,
And a young man
In the grass
Shyly spying,
As Wild-flowers
Their scents
Love’s song
Appealing to be sung
But too often
Spring wasted
On the young—

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