Youthful View of Love

‘A tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket, I wrote a letter to my love and on the way I lost it . .’

Ah, childhood memories of singing this little rhyme and imagining a distant love I could out my heart to on lightly scented stationary . . the fragile dreams of youth . .

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