A Minute by Ellis Parker Butler
She plucked a blossom fair to see; Upon my coat I let her pin it; And thus we stood beneath the tree A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me; I saw a roguish sweetness in it; I kissed her once;—it took, maybe, A minute.
The time was paltry, you’ll agree; It took but little to begin it; But since my heart has not been free A minute.
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