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CHICAGO MAY
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So snore, sow, snore and stink! Your knight shall keep
The holy vigil at his lady's shrine;
And when you wake, you shall not need to weep—
‘The grin of your mouth greets the smile of mine.
‘And when you paw and claw your placid prey
Tl satisfy your lust, Chicago May!
PART III—LA MANCHE
'HBRUARY
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“Tex Abram raised the knife to slay his son.
Does virtue bring about its own reward ?
Not every virtue, nor to every one.
In my case, anyhow, T thank the Lord
‘That showed me Glory to the great I AM!)
A thicket, and the horns of—such a ram !
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‘A worn-out whore that filched the crusts
Of mongrels in Stamboul,
And satisfied its lepers’ lusts,
Followed a drunken fool,
Who flung into her face his purse
With his “Be off, bitch 1” and a curse