The Gurmet’s Love Song.

The Gurmet’s Love Song.
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My love to me la more than all
The pleasures life can give;
Faster she holds my soul in thrall
Each moment that I live,
All qualities that make for blies
And joy I look for in her,
Nay, more, for just one loving kiss
From her. I’d miss my dinner!

Her blush contains that lovely hue
That lies in raro roast boor:
Her eyes like blue point shells are blue.
And bright beyond bollof.
Her lips outvle the cherry in
The cocktall of Manhattan.
Her hair is like that brown flim thin
On pommes de terre au Gratin.

I hunger for her soft caress,
So tender and so sweet,
She’s all the world to me, and-yen.
She’s good enough to eat! And, ah?
Her mile is like champagne,
Like brands is hor laughter
That sonde a thrill through every vein.
And leaves no headache after
-Cleveland Leader.