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<P><STRONG>My Suburban Girl<BR>by Samuel Alfred Beadle<BR><BR></STRONG>I know a sweet suburban girl, <BR>She's witty, bright and brief; <BR>With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl <BR>In rubies set, for teeth. <BR><BR>Beneath her glossy raven hair <BR>There beams the hazel eye, <BR>Bright as the star of evening there <BR>Where the yellow sunbeams die. <BR><BR>Her breath is like a flower blown, <BR>In fragrance and perfume; <BR>Her voice seems from the blissful throne <BR>Where their harps the angels tune. <BR><BR>Her waist is just a trifle more <BR>Than a cubit in its girth; <BR>But when there my arms I throw, <BR>I've all there is of earth. <BR><BR>And when she turns her dimpled cheek <BR>Toward me for a kiss, <BR>I lose expression—cannot speak—<BR>And take all there is of bliss. <BR></P> |
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