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Jezebel...From Israel,
Who never a book,
the literati,
And a was all it took.

I was laughing Picasso,
she first entered the room,
But Gershwin, Tristan, Tzara,
And Man Ray saw her too.

was never any doubt,
All try to take her home,
But she refused their move,
to be alone.

And a rose...A is a rose.

had a breakdown,
hit the bar.
His hand was broken, were spoken,
get too far.

was smoother,
More and fun,
But he say her repartee,
Was meaner a gun.

And a rose...

A rose is a rose is a is a rose is a rose...
Said my friend Gertrude Stein.
She that I go to the ol' Deux Magots,
And I drink Pernot the night.

Jezebel...From Israel,
Who read a book,
She the literati
And a was all it took.

Before her Joyce babble,
And Pound has insane,
Eliot is by,
Thoughts of rain.

she refused Lenin,
He vowed to a war.
beat The Rite of Spring,
Right on the floor.

And a rose... A rose is a

A is a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...
Said my good friend Stein.
She that I go to the ol' Deux Magots,
And I Pernot through the night.

And then one she's missing,
A riot began.
No one could the thought of Jezzie with another man.

I raced down streets,
I into her house.
You never who Jezebel,
Was on the couch.

A rose...A is a rose...
Is a

Hi Jezzie. Hi there, Gertrude.
Am I something?

(unclear voices)

A rose is a rose is a is a rose is a rose...
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