Tag Archive for: Anon
The Boy On The Farm
ReflectionsThe Boy on the Farm
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I've put away my tired skates,
My sled is on the "bum"
My overshoes I'll need no more
I'm glad 'at summer's come
I've got a bran-new jack-knife-
I'll make the whistles hum;
I know just where the willows grow-…
A Maudle-In Ballad
Love and RomanceA MAUDLE-IN BALLAD
3563
My lank limp lily, my long lithe lily,
My languid lily-love fragile and thin,
With dank leaves dangling and flower-flap chilly,
That shines like the shin of a Highland gilly; skin!
Mottled and moist as a cold toad's…