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What a delightful little ditty, bemoaning the fact the
girl of my affections was definitely going steady with another guy my
age. Much of the next verses were dedicated to her, and to me, trying
to understand what it was that I had that I might give it to another.
In many ways I am so lucky that she never returned my
affections (since all poets, even fifteen year olds, blossom best
while suffering). |
