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You'll know Her - by Her Foot

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You'll know Her - by Her Foot -
The smallest Gamboge Hand
With Fingers - where the Toes should be -
Would more affront the Sand -

Than this Quaint Creature's Boot -
Adjusted by a Stern -
Without a Button - I could vouch -
Unto a Velvet Limb -

You'll know Her - by Her Vest -
Tight fitting - Orange - Brown -
Inside a Jacket duller -
She wore when she was born -

Her Cap is small - and snug -
Constructed for the Winds -
She'd pass for Barehead - short way off -
But as She Closer stands -

So finer 'tis than Wool -
You cannot feel the Seam -
Nor is it Clasped unto of Band -
Nor held upon - of Brim -

You'll know Her - by Her Voice -
At first - a doubtful Tone -
A sweet endeavor - but as March
To April - hurries on -

She squanders on your Ear
Such Arguments of Pearl -
You beg the Robin in your Brain
To keep the other - still -