Poem by Lesbia Harford

Suburban Dames

All day long
We sew fine muslin up for you to wear,
Muslin that women wove for you elsewhere,
A million strong.

Just like flames,
Insatiable, you eat up all our hours,
And sun and loves and talk and flowers,
Suburban dames.

1. A lady and I were walking
2. My heart is a pomegranate full of sweet fancies
3. Why does she put me to many indignities
4. How funny it would be if dreamy I
5. I love to see

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