<h2>WHAT SHE SAID ABOUT IT</h2>
<h3>BY JOHN PAUL</h3>
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<span class="i0">Lyrics to Inez and Jane,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Dolores and Ethel and May;<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Señoritas distant as Spain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And damsels just over the way!<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It is not that I'm jealous, nor that,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of either Dolores or Jane,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Of some girl in an opposite flat,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Or in one of his castles in Spain,<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">But it is that salable prose<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Put aside for this profitless strain,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I sit the day darning his hose—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And he sings of Dolores and Jane.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Though the winged-horse must caracole free—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">With the pretty, when "spurning the plain,"<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Should the team-work fall wholly on me<br/></span>
<span class="i2">While he soars with Dolores and Jane?<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0"><i>I</i> am neither Dolores nor Jane,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">But to lighten a little my life<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Might the Poet not spare me a strain—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Although I am only his wife!<br/></span>
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