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585622GirlRobert Ervin Howard

Gods, what a handsome youth across the way.
   What shall I do to make him notice me?
I must not be too obvious—there
   I'll shift my dress, demurely and let him see
A quick glance of an ankle very trim;
   Then blush and smooth my skirts down hastily
As if 'twere unintentional—Hell!
   The fool's not even got his eyes on me.