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						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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