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Show At tho Art Club, 0 my Darling, H Whoro tho Lights aro dim and low H And tho Futurists and Cubists H Fill you with an unknown woe H Whore tho nudes are palo triangles H Goo-goo-oyed Geometry; Ears and limbs in weird rectangles H And tho colors fierce to soo H At tho Art Club, 0 my Darling, H Think not bitterly of mo That I passed in stricken silonco H From tho growsomo 3cenery H For my heart was throbbing strangely And my brain gone all astray; It was best, far best, my Darling H That I made my getaway. Now York Evening Sun H |