| Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 121. Soiled Dove |
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| LET us be honest; the lady was not a harlot until she married a corporation lawyer who picked her from a Ziegfeld chorus. | |
| Before then she never took anybody’s money and paid for her silk stockings out of what she earned singing and dancing. | |
| She loved one man and he loved six women and the game was changing her looks, calling for more and more massage money and high coin for the beauty doctors. | |
| Now she drives a long, underslung motor car all by herself, reads in the day’s papers what her husband is doing to the inter-state commerce commission, requires a larger corsage from year to year, and wonders sometimes how one man is coming along with six women. | |
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