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THE IDYL OF THE STRAP by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "SHE SPOKE TO ME, HER VOICE WAS LOW"
Last Line: "AND, AS OUR GLANCES MIXED, SHE TOOK / MY SEAT"
Subject(s): COMEDY;
SHE spoke to me, her voice was low
And sweet,
With hidden thought I could not know
Replete.
She cast on me a lingering look
That all my inmost being shook,
And, as our glances mixed, she took
My seat.



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