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My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams --
And I wish he were in Asia.
-- Dorothy Parker, part 2
Well I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five,
The headline screamed that I was still alive,
I couldn't understand it
👳 -- 📗 -- 🥒 -- 📕 -- 🚕 -- 🍆 -- 🌸 -- 🌽 -- 🍆 -- 🎍 -- 📒 -- 🐠 -- 💙 -- 🚙 -- 👾
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