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The politician is an acrobat he keeps his balance by doing the opposite of what he says.

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Balance

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

I sought to seek...
And now I keep,
Within me deep...
A,
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
And I had to distance from those shores.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
And I will keep this with me forevermore.
Balance.

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The Opposite Begins

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.

People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.

They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.

Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.

That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.

When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,

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Things To Be Balanced

Balance my heart between fast and slow beating rate,
Balance my wealth between the pauper and the rich state,
Balance my food between malnourished and overeating,
Balance my thought between weird and super serene.

Balance the car tyres to get aligned,
Balance the budget without any deficit,
Balance the love for the work and the family,
Balance the time between the recreations and duties.

Lord, Balance my posture of attitude at the altitude,
Balance my temperamental words when in multitude,
Balance the balance of deeds, on the judgment day,
by adding some good deeds or removing something bad.

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I Am No Politician

I am no politician.
I am direct.
Every blemish and flaw I have,
I accept without regret.
I am not trying to win your approval
To represent your requests.
Nor will I disappoint you...
With deceit to later confess.

I am no politician.
Seeking a way to line my pockets.
I find that disgusting!
And I observe those who can not stop it!
Your quality of life...
With standards you behold.
Isn't my fault at all!
That your best interests,
They have sold!

You selected them to dismiss me.
To keep me and mine in check!
You elected them to suppress my dignity.
To keep my indentity distressed.
You chose them to divide and conquer.
By rules and laws
They clearly defied...
You now regret!
Why me...
You despise?

I am no politician!
My priorities are my happiness.
Not to masquerade with pretentions...
For purposes to make promises,
With intentions to forget.

I am no politician...
To trap you like prey.
And dangle you to capture...
As I make arrangements with others,
To take away the safety from your nests.
To portray in false charades.

I am no politician.
So voice your anger,
To those you believed...
Would come to your aid.
While on your knees you plead.

I am no politician!

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Gunshot Glitter

Dont you wanna let go of your heart
Or you resist the beds of bliss
Fortune makes fools of us all
My dear materialista, silence was insane,
The parting was mutual.
Dont you want the rocket to rock out?
Theres room for us both to fly.
Tell the man Im never coming back again.
Tell the man Im never coming back again.
Why should you notice at all?
Gone again beside you will fall
Down to the sea out of the skies
Of gold cards and casual tears
I have only come to see you shine
Feminine smiles the right side is wise, more than i.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Blood red with flaked gunshot glitter
And be one with all you disowned in your young life.
You paranoia politician diva.
You paranoia politician diva.
Will you let go of your heart,
Left behind a hypnotizing swirl
The semis left behind.
Dont you want to rocket to rock?
Theres room for both of us to fly
Same show everyday, dont have to blow up in the sky.
So I just came from hicks town,
Left my coins behind
Maybe some poor cloths pony will himself a life
Why should you care if I crash your affair?
Why should you notice me? I really wanna see you shine.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Now, be one with all you disown,
True love has come to us all.
Blinded by the flame, right side smiles,
Organized male, love, my silence was insane.
The parting was mutual the moment I became
A paranoia politician
Diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
Diva, diva, diva

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Kremlin Dusk

All along I was searching for my Lenore,
And the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
Now I'm sober and nevermore
Will the raven come to bother me at home?
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
By the door you said you had to go.
Couldn't help me any-any more.
This I saw coming long before,
So I kept on staring out the window.
Calling you, calling you home
You-u, calling you, calling you home...
I am a natural entertainer.
Aren't we all holding pieces of dying ember?
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
Who can I call?
Ohhh! Calling you, calling you
I promise secret propaganda.
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger.
I'm just trying to remember who I can call
That I - I - I can...
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
Born in a war of opposite attracion,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction.
(in background:)
Born in a war of opposite attraction,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception.
Torn by the arms in the opposite direction,
So is it, or is it a modernist reaction...
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
Do you like this? Where you always the same?
Will you come back again? Do you like this?
Is it always the same,
And will you come back again?
Do you like this?
Oh, do you like this?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
If you change the fine lines, would you tell me?
Is it like this? Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?
If you like this, will you remember my name?
Will you play it again, if you like this?

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V. Count Guido Franceschini

Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!

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The Balance Of Love (Give And Take)

Price of your loves too much to pay
Ill save myself for another day
You want my love but you dont want me
You sell your goods with no guarantee
Youre taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
Theres more to me than this double bed
The balance of love is now in the red
Im fed up of empty promises
I wont let the grass grow under my feet
Ive done my best to make our song complete
Your interest rate is much too low
You think that Ive no life of my own
The days have gone for your macho values
I wont be walking in your shadows
Youre taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
Theres more to me than this double bed
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
Im fed up with the empty things you said
Its as if youve never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up me life make no mistake
Its as if youve never heard of give and take
Make no mistake
Give and take
Price of your kiss too much to pay
Ill save myself for another day
You want my love but you dont want me
You say its a gift but its just a loan
You thing that Ive no life of my own
The balance of love is in the red
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
Im fed up with the empty things you said
Its as if youve never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up my life make no mistake
Its as if youve never heard of give and take

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The Balance Of Love

Price of your love's too much to pay
I'll save myself for another day
You want my love but you don't want me
You sell your goods with no guarantee
You're taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
There's more to me than this double bed
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up of empty promises
I won't let the grass grow under my feet
I've done my best to make our song complete
Your interest rate is much too low
You think that i've no life of my own
The days have gone for your macho values
I won't be walking in your shadows
You're taxing me at your highest rate
You want my heart served on a plate
The balance of love is in the red
There's more to me than this double bed
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up with the empty things you said
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up me life make no mistake
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Make no mistake
Give and take
Price of your kiss too much to pay
I'll save myself for another day
You want my love but you don't want me
You say it's a gift but it's just a loan
You thing that i've no life of my own
The balance of love is in the red
Plenty of fish are left in the sea
I seem to have picked a shark for me
The balance of love is now in the red
I'm fed up with the empty things you said
It's as if you've never heard of give and take
Must stop messing up my life make no mistake
It's as if you've never heard of give and take

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The politician is an acrobat. He keeps his balance by saying the opposite of what he does.

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Nothing to fear

I have nothing to fear,
All wants to come near,
Good will they want to bear,
Try to show as if they are dear,

I am son of politician,
Very clever and tactician,
Rich and powerful only companions,
Controlling all including unions,

All this led to my arrogance,
Adding to fame and elegance,
Prefer to keep more distance,
Not to be seen in public and have a glance,

All pray and submit to rising sun,
So I am believed to be promising son,
Qualities of politician should form my basis,
Nothing should be read or form part of thesis,

Politician’s son may become politician,
So may be the case with clever musicians,
Craftsman and artists can’t produce artists,
Politicians have qualities to hide culprits,

All machinery and police force at command,
Things easily available simple at demand,
No one can raise finger and blame for fault,
Even money disappear from strong vault,

It is thriving business with no control,
Even commit crime easy quick parole,
Influence work with possible fear of reprisal,
They don’t need evidence or appraisal,

My father might have been good,
In previous birth and offered food,
So as result we enjoy and throw,
All our glory with pomp and show,

No college, no degree or education needed,
Only self honour and pride conceded,
Not feeling bad at insult and shame,
Containment of hatred and sharing blame,

So this is business no one can master,
Money may flow even with speed faster,
All is needed from people to muster,
At the time of selection they serve as caster,

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I. The Ring and the Book

Do you see this Ring?
'T is Rome-work, made to match
(By Castellani's imitative craft)
Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,
After a dropping April; found alive
Spark-like 'mid unearthed slope-side figtree-roots
That roof old tombs at Chiusi: soft, you see,
Yet crisp as jewel-cutting. There's one trick,
(Craftsmen instruct me) one approved device
And but one, fits such slivers of pure gold
As this was,—such mere oozings from the mine,
Virgin as oval tawny pendent tear
At beehive-edge when ripened combs o'erflow,—
To bear the file's tooth and the hammer's tap:
Since hammer needs must widen out the round,
And file emboss it fine with lily-flowers,
Ere the stuff grow a ring-thing right to wear.
That trick is, the artificer melts up wax
With honey, so to speak; he mingles gold
With gold's alloy, and, duly tempering both,
Effects a manageable mass, then works:
But his work ended, once the thing a ring,
Oh, there's repristination! Just a spirt
O' the proper fiery acid o'er its face,
And forth the alloy unfastened flies in fume;
While, self-sufficient now, the shape remains,
The rondure brave, the lilied loveliness,
Gold as it was, is, shall be evermore:
Prime nature with an added artistry—
No carat lost, and you have gained a ring.
What of it? 'T is a figure, a symbol, say;
A thing's sign: now for the thing signified.

Do you see this square old yellow Book, I toss
I' the air, and catch again, and twirl about
By the crumpled vellum covers,—pure crude fact
Secreted from man's life when hearts beat hard,
And brains, high-blooded, ticked two centuries since?
Examine it yourselves! I found this book,
Gave a lira for it, eightpence English just,
(Mark the predestination!) when a Hand,
Always above my shoulder, pushed me once,
One day still fierce 'mid many a day struck calm,
Across a Square in Florence, crammed with booths,
Buzzing and blaze, noontide and market-time,
Toward Baccio's marble,—ay, the basement-ledge
O' the pedestal where sits and menaces
John of the Black Bands with the upright spear,
'Twixt palace and church,—Riccardi where they lived,
His race, and San Lorenzo where they lie.

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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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Let Him Fly

Ain't no talkin' to this man
Ain't no pretty other side
Ain't no way to understand the stupid words of pride
It would take an acrobat and I already tried all that
I'm gonna let him fly -mmm

Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved goodbye
You know the light has left his face
But you can't recall just where or why
So there was really nothing to it
I just went and cut right through it
I said I'm gonna let him fly
Oh yeah

There's no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Choices we are givin
It's no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away - yeah
But you must always know
How long to stay and when to go

And there ain't no talkin' to this man
He's been trying to tell me so
It took a while to understand
The beauty of just letting go
Cause it would take an acrobat n'
I already tried all that

I'm gonna let him fly - fly whoa
I'm gonna let him fly - fly
I'm gonna let him fly - fly

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Let em Fly

Let him fly - dixie chicks
Aint no talkin to this man
Aint no pretty other side
Aint no way to understand the stupid words of pride
It would take an acrobat and I already tried all that
Im gonna let him fly - mmm
Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved good-bye
You know the light has left his face
But you cant recall just where or why
So there was reallly nothing to it
I just went and cut right through it
I said Im gonna let him fly
Oh yea
Theres no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Choices we are given
Its no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away - yeah
But you must always know
How long to stay and when to go
And there aint no talkin to this man
Hes been tryin to tell me so
It took a while to understand
The beauty of just letting go
cause it would take an acrobat n
I already tried all that
Im gonna let him fly - fly woah
Im gonna let him fly - fly
Im gonna let him fly - fly

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Memories In Photos

Follow your interest
Follow your heart
To great sunsets and nature,
To capture dramatic scenery

Keep your eyes open
Keep your ears listen
Keep your mind clam
Keep your camera handy

Tweak camera setting right
White balance,
Colour balance
Exposure balance.

Stretch your vision
Thru viewfinder and lens
Framing, Ups, Downs,
Horizontal, Vertical.

Focus subjects clearly,
Focus selectively,
Focus intensely,
Focus is for Wimps.

Gaussian blur,
Romantic look,
Dodgy blurry snap,
Inspired abstract arts.

Art of photography
Art of imperfection and perfection
Art of creative mind
Art of good imagination

Rolling hills, rolling mountains
Misty morning dawns, hazy evening dusk
Striking and dreamy sea sky
Stunning sea sky

Painting with light,
Painting with mind
Painting with black and white
Painting with brushing light

Make your shots
A visually balance shots
A visually balance composition
To Sense of depth, scale and perspective.

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There Is No Balance On A See-Saw

It's hard to balance on a see-saw.
When one goes up...
Someone's on the ground,
And...
Not sitting stuck.
They know when to rise up.

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if two got off.
Even if they both got off.

People are always seeking equalness,
When there's no weight.
People are always seeking something...
But they lack the patience.
They don't think when someone is down,
That may keep one off the ground.
With a looking around in the air,
But one on a see-saw...
Will not in the air,
Stay there!

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
One may see what the other saw.
One may see what the other saw.

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
One may see what the other saw.
One may see what the other saw.

There is no balance on a see-saw.
None at all.
Even if they both got off.
Even if they both got off.

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Saltimbanque

She is under the canvass canopy
big top spotlit starlet she
disco ball dew bed sequined
spinning water for wearing

rays of rental borrowed beaming
rays of rental liberate lending

She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl

Slinky shining offering
lioness princess limber lining
She maneuvers mirror ball bouncing
balance-beam tumble tossing

juggling three-sixties
acrobat arching
form fluidic fantastic finessing

She rays rental beaming borrowed
liberate lending for this morrow
She, Promethean Princess
my souvenir showgirl

She fantastic for compliment she
So mementos pose she
Side show stealing ripe revealing
captive crowds poise perfectly

She toys malleable mutable magnificent
trinkets, tightrope she toys trading
toys she toys between these rings
pleasing crowd crescsending sings
pleasing her fair so
immaculate spectaculate pleasing

She trades platinum for trinket tinsel
Saltimbanque dazzler diadem gem crowning
Crowned contortionist curvaceous
limber luminous limelight luschious

Gracious sublimest slinky surreptitious
Nimble, the natural how she carries
And I am hers for fumbling tumbling
I am hers for tumbling trophy

I am hers for such trophy tumbling
stumbling illusionist orator jester
carnival smoke blowing big top barker

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Elie Wiesel

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of beauty is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, but indifference between life and death.

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Telephone Conversation

Wednesday, January 23,2008
Week 10: Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka

Week 10 Dividing lines: Differences in Class, race, Gender and Ideology

Telephone Conversation
by Wole Soyinka

The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. 'Madam, ' I warned,
'I hate a wasted journey—I am African.'
Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully.
'HOW DARK? '... I had not misheard... 'ARE YOU LIGHT
OR VERY DARK? ' Button B, Button A.* Stench
Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
By ill-mannered silence, surrender
Pushed dumbfounded to beg simplification.
Considerate she was, varying the emphasis-
'ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT? ' Revelation came.
'You mean-like plain or milk chocolate? '
Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
Impersonality. Rapidly, wave-length adjusted,
I chose. 'West African sepia'-and as afterthought,
'Down in my passport.' Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece. 'WHAT'S THAT? ' conceding
'DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS.' 'Like brunette.'
'THAT'S DARK, ISN'T IT? ' 'Not altogether.
Facially, I am brunette, but, madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blond. Friction, caused-

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