In Making Marjorie God Hurried
E. E. Cummings
in making Marjorie god hurried a boy’s body on unsuspicious legs of girl. his left hand quarried the quartzlike face. his right slapped the amusing big vital vicious vegetable of her mouth. Upon the whole he suddenly clapped a tiny sunset of vermouth -colour. Hair. he put between her lips a moist mistake, whose fragrance hurls me into tears,as the dusty new- ness of her obsolete gaze begins to. lean…. a little against me, hen for two dollars i fill her hips with boys and girls.
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