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Sep 2015
O that you  were like a brother to me,
who nursed at my mother's breast!
If I met you outside , I would kiss you,
and no one would despise me .
I would  lead you and  bring you
into the house of my mother;
and into the chamber of
thou one who bore me
I would give you spiced wine to drink.
Jimmy Hegan
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Jimmy Hegan  gandhinagar
(gandhinagar)   
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     Weeping willow, --- and Jimmy Hegan
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