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On Chloris requesting a sprig of blossom’d thorn

Robert Burns

FROM the white-blossom’d sloe my dear Chloris requested
A sprig, her fair breast to adorn:
No, by Heavens! I exclaim’d, let me perish, if ever
I plant in that bosom a thorn!




Last updated July 13, 2015

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