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MOTHER, I CANNOT MIND MY WHEEL, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Sweet mother, let the weaving be
Last Line: I long for my young love.
Subject(s): Aphrodite; Love - Erotic; Love; Mythology - Classical


SWEET mother, let the weaving be,
My hand is faint to move.
Frail Aphrodite masters me;
I long for my young love.





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