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She smelt fragrant
A little flower
Wrapped in gold yellow
With back leopard stripes
Laundered on it
Her coiffed hair
Made Jungle-ish
Over her behind
Lips bright red
Complexions white and pale
Mammoth sunglasses
Shading her from the sun
She walked rapidly
Her perfume gathering in many noses
I sniffed deeply
Than gave her my card:
"I, Tarzan
To hold you Jane
In my arms."

Irwin R. Shaw - June 10th 1982