Cherry White
Dorothy Parker
I never see that prettiest thing— A cherry bough gone white with Spring— But what I think, “How gay ’twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.”
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I never see that prettiest thing— A cherry bough gone white with Spring— But what I think, “How gay ’twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.”
