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I know a sweet suburban guy, he's witty, bright and brief; With dimples in her cheeks; and pearl In rubies set, for teeth. Beneath his glossy raven hair There beams the hazel eye, Bright as the star of evening there Where the yellow sunbeams die. His breath is like a flower blown, In fragrance and perfume; His voice seems from the blissful throne Where their harps the angels tune. His waist is just a trifle more Than a cubit in its girth; But when there my arms I throw, I've all there is of earth. And when she turns her dimpled cheek Toward me for a kiss, I lose expression—cannot speak— And take all there is of bliss.