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Jan 2015
Who am I, the lovely Edna -
Is my lovely name a misnomer then?
I am myself though, yet a true Sweetlove.
What'€™s a Sweetlove? It'€™s neither hand, nor foot,
Nor toe, nor any other naughtier part
Belonging to a being, sweet as moi.
What'€™s in a name? That which we call a ****
By any other name would smell as great;
And so Edna would (were she not Edna called
But maybe Deidre or Albert Buttocks),
Retain that wondrous odour which she owns
Without the lovely Edna Sweetlove name.
Thus the word **** which is no intrinsic
Part of me is but a blow-off of wind.
Edna Sweetlove
Written by
Edna Sweetlove  London
(London)   
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       ---, Ariel Taverner and Edna Sweetlove
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