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Though i should have a M. Maybach and Bently
And Ferari, owning houses in the world's
Chief cities--mansions worth millions
Of US dollars, with yachts and jets; and be
Decked in designers and a bespoke Rolex--
One that none again the very sort of
'Watch possesses; and with many a dove
Stunning be surrounded oft as we in ***
Roll hither and thither in uncensored ******;
And i should become for merriment an epicure;
Filling my head with diverse theories impure,
which give not mine soul that lasting bliss;
And though i should have plenitude of cash
Stashed in a vault away, with gold and diamond
Great; but if not for heaven i am bound
Afterward in afterlife, then, all is trash.
O gracious beauty,
Which taketh
Breath
Away;
Liquidate me
Nay.
Inside a house in an isolated
Place, hearing in Summer a visitant
From a distance long playing discordant
Notes upon a rooftop--it's a goblin!
Nightly strumming a guitar and a violin;
Creating in my ears music demented.
Whose flinty heart
Cannot love long demonstrated
Overwhelm and macerate?
Hope, maiden, this
Flickering affection
Will soon burst into flames?
As parallel lines
meet nay;
so is good and evil.
Have asked i many an ambling *******
If haply they could joyfully an impotent
Fella marry, a horse whose divine dower
Cannot shower their libido high and potent.
No mare hath yet to this consented;
All desires to have jollies unprevented.
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