All those artichokes
And misplaced jokes
That are the home of my fear
Tears of laughter at the door
All those dances
And misread glances
Which wait for me my dear
Lear jets, and coronets
All those pre-eminent types
With feminist rights
Who say don’t you dare disappear
Steer the wheel of fortune
All those gambles
And discordant rambles
That make me so far from clear
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