Once, When I Was Young And True, someone Left Me Sad- broke My Brittle Heart In Two; and That Is Very Bad. Poem by Hazim Baba

Once, When I Was Young And True, someone Left Me Sad- broke My Brittle Heart In Two; and That Is Very Bad.



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

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