A school boy climbs up a berry tree
Unmindful of hurts from thorns prickly,
Picking choicest berries
He hurries, her to please,
A brief smile on her makes him happy.
But not this in his mind takes deep root,
In lap she takes when his hurting foot,
It’s her stern words, sweet pout,
She when pulls the thorn out,
His first lesson: act, forget...
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