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Jack And Jill Post by :pauli Category :Poems Author :Cotton Noe Date :October 2011 Read :1916

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Jack And Jill

We played beside the little rill
That flows to larger river;
We heard the mating mocking-birds trill,
The robins piped upon the hill,
And Cupid strung his little bow and filled his little quiver:
Then she, we played, was little Jill,
And I was Jack, her lover.

But floating down the little stream
Toward the larger river,
The rippling of the waves did seem
The fading music of a dream,
For Cupid broke his silver bow and lost his golden quiver;
And Jill forgot the hour supreme
When I was Jack, her lover.





(The end)
Cotton Noe's poem: Jack And Jill

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