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    “The camera and the plate are prepared, the lady must sit for her


    The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the

              clock moves slowly,

    The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips,

    The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her

                   tipsy and pimpled neck,

    The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and

                  wink to each other,

    (Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you,)”


    And anyway,

    “Washes and razors for foofoos… for me freckles and a

               bristling beard.”lollipop

    3 Responses to “Son(g) of Sam”

    1. Erin Longbottom says:

      I’m just here to say the the foofoo line is one of my favorites ha ha…

    2. tallersam says:

      Looks like you’re messing up the daguerrotype for your girlfriend here, you rogue.

    3. s-words says:

      Why can’t I be the daguerrotype lady?

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