Ode to Olive Oyl

“Ode to Olive Oyl” Thus, there’s an “Olive” destined for Popeye. A gaggle of wild geese her voice intones. “She is but what she is ” her Popeye sighs. She keeps Sweet Pea so he is not alone. She souffles Popeye’s spinach from a can. Has many muscles like her dashing man: the oily,  perfect…

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