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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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