Purple's Platitudes

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I’ll never tell

04 July 2013

I’ll never tell

 

I climbed the Weeping Willow tree,

in my uncle’s backyard,

it hung its branches hiding me,

 

as if it were on guard.

I climbed as high as I could climb,

it wasn’t very hard.

 

I nestled on a perfect limb,

and there I fell asleep.

Softly whispered clandestine rhymes,

 

what secrets did you keep?

I gave you mine, but never learned

what makes a Willow Weep?

4 July, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry | ,

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