To A Couple Of Students Who Were Teasing Her

Ho Xuan Huong

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Where are you going, my dear little greenhorns?
Here, I'll teach you how to turn a verse or two
Young drones sucking at withered flowers,
Little goats brushing horns against a fence.

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