She and I intertwined, she and I still stands the most apart,
She is face, she is body, she is mind ,she is heart,
Yet her emotional fetters hold me from life's art.
(With apologies to the singer of the “Song of the Banjo”.)
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
I'm beloved by the Legion of the Lost;
I haven't got a “vox humana” tone,
And a dime or two will satisfy my cost.
I don't attempt your high-falutin' flights;
I am more or less uncertain on the key;
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