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

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

was never any doubt,
All would try to 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, words spoken,
get too far.

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

And a rose...

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

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

Before her Joyce babble,
And has gone insane,
is paralyzed by,
Thoughts of rain.

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

And a rose... A is a rose

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

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

I down winding streets,
I into her house.
You guess who Jezebel,
Was on the couch.

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

Hi Jezzie. Hi there, Gertrude.
Am I interrupting

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