be near mine lodge, most ador'd creature! the
quilt yawns empty, sans fur loose. o my heart
yearns for that beastly comfort, in which both
lion and lamb reside in thy curl'd hair.
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i'll never be a poet
Poesíaand here's the pretentious proof an ongoing anthology of the poetry of nobodi.
old bingo
be near mine lodge, most ador'd creature! the
quilt yawns empty, sans fur loose. o my heart
yearns for that beastly comfort, in which both
lion and lamb reside in thy curl'd hair.
