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She laughed at my picture and went away. SHE LAUGHED AT MY PICTURE AND WENT AWAY
just take a peep inside. I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked";. . . then the door I opened wide. And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar; And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door. It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm -- Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm." There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee. My Madonna I haled me a woman from the street, Shameless, but, oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model's seat And I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean; I painted a babe at her breast; I painted her as she might have been If the Worst had been the Best.  MY MADONNA BY ROBERT SERVICE READ FOR LIEBERVOX DATOORK BY SQUIDWASHLOKHOVA FOUNDAT FRISCO DASH SQUID DOT BLAG SPOT DAT COME MY MADONNA I HALED ME A WOMAN FROM THE STREET SHAMELESS BUT OH SO FAIR I BADE HER SIT IN THE MODEL'S SEAT AND I PAINTED HER SITTING THERE I HID ALL TRACE OF HER HEART UNCLEAN I PAINTED A BABE AT HER BREAST I PAINTED HER AS SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN IF THE WORST HAD BEEN THE BEST
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