Oh willow tree you'll not fool me your happier than most I watch you sway with such delight you mere can keep from boast, I see no weeping no woes worth keeping and yet in form you droop know this dear tree you'll not fool me as I rest upon your stoop I'll collect my nuts I'll carve my cuts Into your nimble limbs then you shall see Why willows weep as me and mine shall keep a home sweet home forever loaned Inside of you so deep
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08.07.2016.
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