Are different as can be.
My Outside-Self wears gingham smocks,
And very round is she,
With freckles sprinkled on her nose,
And smoothly parted hair,
A clumsy feet that cannot dance
In heavy shoes and square.
But, oh, my little Inside-Self...
In gown of misty rose
She dances lighter than a leaf
On blithe and twinkling toes;
Her hair is blowing gold, and if
You cahnced her face to see,
You would not think she could belong
To staid and sober me!
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