Some women get red in the face from modesty, some from anger, and some from the druggist.
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Pour Her Back Into the Ocean
She wiggled, she waddled,
She leapt and she toddled;
She shivered, she quivered, she shook.
She rippled, she trippled,
She sprang and she skippled—
Her dance was “The Song of the Brook.”
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