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ONE OF THE UNFAIR SEX
She stood at the ticket-seller's
Serenely removing her glove,
While hundreds of strugglers and yellers,
And some that were good at a shove,
Were clustered behind her like bats in
a cave and dissembling their love.
Serenely removing her glove,
While hundreds of strugglers and yellers,
And some that were good at a shove,
Were clustered behind her like bats in
a cave and dissembling their love.
At night she still stood at that window
Endeavoring her money to reach;
The crowds in her rear, how they sinned—O,
How dreadfully sinned in their speech!
Ten miles and a fraction extended their
line, the historians teach.
Endeavoring her money to reach;
The crowds in her rear, how they sinned—O,
How dreadfully sinned in their speech!
Ten miles and a fraction extended their
line, the historians teach.
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She stands there to-day—legislation
Has failed to remove her. The trains
No longer pull up at that station;
And over the ghastly remains
Of the army that waited and died of old
age fall the snows and the rains.
Has failed to remove her. The trains
No longer pull up at that station;
And over the ghastly remains
Of the army that waited and died of old
age fall the snows and the rains.
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