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Show NOT MUCH CHANCE. If love were a berry that-1 could pick I'd doubtless eat until I was sick. If love were a perfume that I could smell I would suffocate in some incensed dell. If love wore the touch of -a woman's hand I would seek every woman in every land. If love were a wine, never mind tho cost, I would drink and drink till my soul was lost. If love were the scent of a woman's hair I would die, no doubt, from my sniffings snif-fings there. If love were the touch of a cherry lip I would still kiss on - 'though my senses slip. But love is not of taste, smell or touch, So there's little chance of my having much. The Logician in Town Topics. |
