Question

Read this poem about a poor boy and his unselfish love for his
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mother.
Johnny had a golden head
Like a golden mop in blow,
Right and left his curls would spread
In a glory and a glow,
And they framed his honest face
Like stray sunbeams out of place.
Long and thick, they half could hide
How threadbare his patched jacket hung;
They used to be his mother's pride;
She praised them with her tender tongue,
mop: (here) a lot of thick untidy hair
blow: bloom
sunbeams. sunrays
threadbare: thin and tattered with age
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