Girdling her lover the girl did fairly urge-
'I don't love 'cause you took chance again'.
More or petty could happen,
But the lover alone
As an ass, did emerge
To love a stone;
And a fairly looking ring,
As it glitters
Looks like a child,
Offered to her fingers;
And he asked her to bring
It up to mild,
Till they come together
Or, till they again cheer,
After the fair weather come
In their child's home.
05/31/2015
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