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TO A COUNTRY HOTEL TOWEL, by                    
First Line: I'll touch you not, you much abus-ed rag
Last Line: Trying to don you for an undershirt.
Subject(s): Hotels; Inns; Innskeepers; Motels; Boarding Houses


I'll touch you not, you much abus-ed rag,
Poor slave of all those epidermic rites
Performed by thousands who have come to drag
Their cindery surface to this bowl's delights.
This tattered hem I vow shall thus remain,
These holes shall grow not till another time.
You've had enough; that faint but lingering stain
Shall take no fresh addition from my grime
Respected, honored, I will leave you here
For others' service -- or to join the dead.
Nay, more! That pair of holes have roused my fear!
I'd better stow you here beneath the bed
Lest, rising in the dark, I do you hurt
Trying to don you for an undershirt.





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