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HATTIE (Ode) by Nicholas Monson O, dearest lady,
You curvaceous beast!
Thou, whom Nature has adorned
With spills of flesh,
Forgive me,
I, who once did mock
Your ocean thighs,
Your porpoise arms
And wind-swelled cheeks
Your rubber dingy breasts!
Forgive me,
For I did not dream
I'd on you float
Or in you
Sink and drown.
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