The Melodious Sappho 



Her heart is big as all outdoors, and can’t be blamed for that: 

love's her life, and she's as many lives as any cat. 

She'll stiffen up your spine and such while loosing your cravat. 



She'll open up your mind, and such is her infectious chatter, 

you'll pitch her woo right back and she will strike out every batter 

and leave you glad to be alive and madder than a hatter. 



She'll leave you sad one day but with no doubt you will remember 

how like the sudden flame that fills each leaf in drear November 

she held a lump of coal, your heart, and blew upon the ember.

Ed Shacklee

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