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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 Applying Loves song Appealing to be sung But too often Spring wasted On the young Leave a comment