How does he sharpen his shoulder blades?
I’m tammed if I understand.
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The Bachelor’s Dream
Then give us the dances of days long gone by,
With plenty of clothes and steps not so high;
Oust turkey-trot capers and buttermilk glides,
The hurdy-gurd twist and the wiggle-tail slide.
Then let us feast our tired optics once more
On a genuine woman as sweet as of yore;