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More than all the stars that light
The inky velvet sky,
More than sparkles that ignite
The fourth day of July,
More than every grain of sand
On every moonlit beach,
More than every fuzzy strand
On every ripened peach,
More than songs can sing about
And more than words can say,
More than ferrets ferret out
And more than horses neigh.
More than spoiled aristocrats
Love patriarchal power,
More than chips need salsa—that’s
How much I need a shower.
