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Tom Hall · Modernismo
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When Phyllis turned her eyes on me
I blushed and hesitated;
For though on terms familiar, we
Were not at all related.
I felt her mild, reproachful glance,
And knew her words would rankle.
To tell the truth, I had, by chance,
Been looking at her ankle.
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