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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
By Oliver Herford
PERMIT me, Madame, to declare
That I never will compare
Eyes of yours to starlight cold,
Or your locks to sunlight’s gold,
Or your lips, I’d have you know,        5
To the crimson Jacqueminot.
Stuff like that’s all very fine
When you get so much a line;
Since I don’t, I scorn to tell
Flattering lies. I like too well        10
Sun and stars and Jacqueminot
To flatter them, I’d have you know.

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