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THE CRIME

Lady, with the frescoed face,

Would you like to take my place,

Sitting here behind the "Graphic"

While the trolley aims at traffic?

Lady, pendant from that strap,

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You would smile a bit, mayhap,

Did I move into the aisle?

Lady, you shall never smile

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Dusting is not your profession?

Making beds is not your trade?

Well, thank God, for the confession.

You can call a spade a spade.

Dusting is not your vocation?

Making beds is not your forte?

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