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Worth a Little More Than Dime
Brimming with youth, with lips full, eyes in bashful droop, she was tall, and eyes stared, open and wide, as she walked in an open hall, she gyrated maddeningly, and smiled beautifully, teeth flashing, as if lightening, her contours made the show, still more exciting, as she shrugged her long mein, of clear and flowing hairs, she blew the wind, contributing to airs, her wide eyes twinkled, as if hundreds of bells, in abandon merry jingled, she was not on the look out, she was out for fun and frolic, she had many drinking through her hand, and had turned them alcoholic, she frisked from place to place, leaving the fire trail in entire space, her fragrance was infectious, it filled nostrils, far and near, men came rushing as she was here, it is story of that happy her, about whom everybody was murmur, she knew she had years on her side, which she wanted to enjoy besides, she did not know that this was short, and there was nobody with a wise exhort, she went full pace in fun, in the full open sun, till she tanned, on the full skin fully fanned, often the tan had been washed, but this time it was steadfast, she worried on her dark, and began to cry, loosing her full hark, she was past her prime, and worth a little more than a dime.
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