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Lord, your servant slept when your handmaiden
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was taken into bondage with a corset, but he wakes now!
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The beautiful soul, souls,
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in harmony with our little gathering of the finer minds,
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quite the finest really, the very best young writers, artists...
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And cast out the Devil's new contraption, the brassiere!
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And all the swaddling and strapping
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that constricts the freely-flowing
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and God-glorifying bounty of belly and breast!
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Of airy buttock...
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Why, Mr Duchemin, you are one of us!
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All we new women are united against the corset,