His Absent Queen
Tonight, Fast In my arms I hold thee, Anastasia mine, My queen! Fast in my very arms! And yet, If but last night I'd held thee Only in my hand - How then indeed wonld yon Have been to me A queen imjierious! For then, Clasping as I did those other qutens, Those three right royal ladies (And had 'ein all the time), With that kintf fnll that Bill Jones held Yon bet I'd staid And whooped it up Until the cows came home, And, like a cyclone revolving out to hu tle things, I'd rake the pot, That big, that opulent, that fat jackpot. And stowed it in my jeans- If bat last nicht I'd held thee Just in my one weak hand, Oh, Queen!
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