Not only has he developed distinctly new species, but he
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Their legs were old burnt matches,
They jigged and whirled and scrambled
"There was just one sweet potato.
Where they cannot hear his sighs --
She sang, she sang from finger tips,
From every tremble of her dress.
In that strange curling of her lips,
That happy curling of her lips.
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