The Summer Shirtwaist

THE SUMMER SHIRTWAIST
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Oh, peekaboo!
I tell you true,
As every person knows
And must confess,
You’re almost dress
And very nearly clothes

Oh, peekaboo!
The glimpses you
Permit of shoulders white
Would tempt, I fear
The most austere
And ancient anchorite

Oh, peekaboo!
Your foes are few,
Your enemies are less;
For goodness knows
You’re almost clothes
And very nearly dress