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FLAMES
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She looks me up an' down. "why, Mister Jim,"
She says to me, "you do look hot, indeed.
If you go strollin' that way for a whim
Whatever would you do in case of need?"
That's what she said. But with her eyes she sent
More than her thanks; an' I was quite content.
I seen her home; or, rather, she seen me,
For I was weak, an' fumbled in my stride.
But, when we reached "The Height," I seen that she
Was just on breakin'; an' she went inside. …
I stumbles home. "Well, Jim, lad, anyway,"
I tells myself, "you've had a fine, full day."
