The heart-tickle of passionate soon sleep

The partly missing jewel in the diadem of the homosexual freak

My friend, saith the Lord, what do you seek?

Love is free, but food and drink

charges a fee

 

Just think of me as a fool and you will see

The sword will come down again with all the charge

of false knowledge

 

And the world will sing no more with false mirth

But with dissolving foliage

And autumnal dearth.

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