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AMONG DAUGHTERS OF THE DESERT 451
It is gone,
Gone for ever,
The other little leg!
Oh, what a pity for this other sweet little leg
Where doth it dwell and mourn forsaken,
This lonely little leg?
Perhaps in fear of a ferocious,
Yellow, fair-haired, curly,
Lion-monster? Or perhaps even
Gnawed at and nibbled at
Miserable, alas ! alas ! Nibbled at ! Sela.
Oh, weep not,
Soft hearts !
Weep not, ye
Date-hearts ! Milk-bosoms !
Ye little licorice-heart's
Purses!
Be a man, Suleika ! Courage, courage !
Weep no more,
Pale Dudu!
Or might peradventure
Something strengthening, heart-strengthening
Be in the right place ?
Some anointed saying?
Some solemn persuasion ?
Ha!
Up, dignity!
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