Nakedness

She has a way of being glad,
Of being glad that she has feet;
Of saying she will not be sad
So long as there remains a street
To be a welcome to her feet.

She says it with a parasol
And with a gown of rainbow plaid;
She boasts of it with heels; yet all
She tells is were she not so glad
It might be that she would be sad.
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