First Love
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YES, I know that you once were my lover,
But that sort of thing has an end,
And though love and its transports are over,
You know you can still be--my friend:
I was young, too, and foolish, remember;
(Did you ever hear John Hardy sing?)
It was then, the fifteenth of November,
And this is the end of the spring!
You complain that you are not well-treated
But that sort of thing has an end,
And though love and its transports are over,
You know you can still be--my friend:
I was young, too, and foolish, remember;
(Did you ever hear John Hardy sing?)
It was then, the fifteenth of November,
And this is the end of the spring!
You complain that you are not well-treated
By my suddenly altering so;
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
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Ratnakar Mandlik
06 December 2019
The realization that her so called first love was mere infatuation and her love was some one else who mat later, beautifully described.
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Oduro Bright Amoh
13 February 2015
This is one of the funniest poems I have ever read. Beautiful in a very refreshingly amusing way.
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Kim Barney
13 February 2015
Wow! I guess she put him in his place!
She uses John Hardy in the last line. Earlier she said
... If you think yourself equal to Joe.
So I was thinking Joe Hardy (and his brother Frank) . I'm probably the only one here old enough to remember the old Hardy Boys mystery books.
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