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HOW IT STARTED
Forks were red in fire
Oiled with jell;
And the harlot sat her best to think
Of what to do to call the men,
Yet it never worked.
She fixed and coated nails,
Yet it never worked.
She thought to put off sleeves from dresses
And walk in town to attract dead men,
Yet it never worked.
So she went into her coven
And invented trousers
To show the most hidden of her body
To call dead men like flies
And it worked! For the harlot
I first saw, was the first woman, who
Wore the trouser,
Till boldest days of naked shows.
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