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
Poetryand here's the pretentious proof an ongoing anthology of the poetry of nobodi.
 
                                               
                                                  