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My room-mate dances like flame in the wind,
I, like a stiff staff bending; We sway together with arms entwined, And do a deal of pretending. Far away is her misty glance As she thinks of her own dear lad, And I pretend I am clasped as we dance, By the lover I never have had. __May Willams Ward. |
Seesaw
May Williams Ward
(Atlanta: The Bozart Press. 1929)
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