ducking always the touch of must and shall, whose slippery body is Death’s littlest pal,
skilled in quick softness. Unspontaneous. cute,
the signal perfume of whose unrepute focusses in the sweet slow animal bottomless eyes importantly banal,
Kitty. a *****. Sixteen you corking brute amused from time to time by clever drolls fearsomely who do keep their sunday flower. The babybreasted broad “kitty” twice eight
—beer nothing,the lady’ll have a whiskey-sour—
whose least amazing smile is the most great common divisor of unequal souls.
