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<p>Let us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> married a corporation lawyer who picked her from</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> a Ziegfeld chorus.</span><br />
Before then she never took anybody's money and paid<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> and dancing.</span><br />
She loved one man and he loved six women and the<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> game was changing her looks, calling for more and</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> more massage money and high coin for the beauty</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> doctors.</span><br />
Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by her-<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> self, reads in the day's papers what her husband is</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> doing to the inter-state commerce commission, re-</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> quires a larger corsage from year to year, and won-</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> ders sometimes how one man is coming along with</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> six women.</span>
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<p>Then o'er hill and dale to the realm of snow,<br />
To the mirrored lakes and rills,<br />
While the skylark's call from the meadows green<br />
Can be heard on a thousand hills.
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<p>For the feverish press in this Game of Life<br />
What a balm does Nature bear!<br />
What a draught of health in the new-turned earth,<br />
What a change from the realm of Care!
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<p>O, the key to much that the world loves best<br />
Can be found beside the way,<br />
If your motor sings you a joyous song<br />
At the dawn of a bright spring day.
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<p>O’er the ribboned line of the Great Highway,<br />
Where the wildflower carpet's laid,<br />
Where the poppy opens her golden cup<br />
As a symbol of Spring arrayed.
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<p>There's a strident call in the Open Road<br />
Where the Spring's glad message lies,<br />
And the motor sings me a joyous song<br />
With a lilt of the azure skies.
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<p>Through the forests, born in an ancient day,<br />
With their banks of moss and bloom,<br />
And the bordered aisles of the canyons dim<br />
Where the giant Redwoods loom.
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<p>Down the road someone is practising scales,<br />
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,<br />
Man’s heart expands to tinker with his car<br />
For this is Sunday morning, Fate’s great bazaar,<br />
Regard these means as ends, concentrate on this Now,<br />
And you may grow to music or drive beyond Hindhead anyhow,<br />
Take corners on two wheels until you go so fast<br />
That you can clutch a fringe or two of the windy past,<br />
That you can abstract this day and make it to the week of time<br />
A small eternity, a sonnet self-contained in rhyme.
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<p>But listen, up the road, something gulps, the church spire<br />
Opens its eight bells out, skulls’ mouths which will not tire<br />
To tell how there is no music or movement which secures<br />
Escape from the weekday time. Which deadens and endures.
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<p>Holy, holy, holy, sang the choir,<br />
From singing holy seemed to never tire,<br />
We were told it was an anthem grand,<br />
Sung in churches through the land.
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 11em;"> <i>—The Car with Character.</i></span>
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<p>Through this anthem that we heard,<br />
But holy not another word,<br />
The song was just a lavish noise,<br />
To fill you with a lot of joys.
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<p>They call this music very fine,<br />
Sung by the choir in perfect time,<br />
Here’s the music we prefer,<br />
A Studebaker engine’s purr.
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<p>Soprano had a holy time,<br />
The alto wasn’t far behind,<br />
Each had tried their vocal range,<br />
Still, from holy not a change.
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<p>Much we’ve heard of Holy Writ,<br />
But never heard of singing it,<br />
It’s what the preacher talks about,<br />
The choir just holy, holy, shout.
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<p>When the choir the anthem gave,<br />
Some we heard about it rave,<br />
All that we could understand,<br />
Was holy, holy, holy-land.
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<p>The tenor holy, holy, holy, said,<br />
Until he seemed as nearly dead,<br />
Then holy, holy, sang the base,<br />
With holiness upon his face.
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<p>Holy, holy, on they sang,<br />
The church with holy, holy, rang,<br />
They kept right on to holy sing,<br />
We thought a change the proper thing.
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<p><b>J</b> might stand now for a new Jeremiah,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> Who foretells disasters by flame, speed, or tire.</span>
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<p><b>K</b> stands for all Kinds of cars on the mart.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 3em;"> To pick the Kingpin would take cleverest art.</span>
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