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Memory Of April

Rating: 2.9

You say love is this, love is that:
Poplar tassels, willow tendrils
the wind and the rain comb,
tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip--
branches drifting apart. Hagh!
Love has not even visited this country.

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Adeeb Alfateh 18 July 2019

You say love is this, love is that: Poplar tassels, willow tendrils the wind and the rain comb, tinkle and drip, tinkle and drip- branches drifting apart. Hagh! Love has not even visited this country. great poem great 10+++++++++++++++++++

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Aaron Hosea 01 February 2007

I think what William's meant by this is if you've never felt love, then you don't know what's so great about it.

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