billgerat
All hail the hypnotoad!
Registered: Aug 2000
Location: In a Blue, Blue State
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For the women
I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.
Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale.
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry,
Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.
Within this limit is relief enough,
Sweet bottom-grass, and high delightful plain,
Round, rising hillocks, brakes, obscure and rough,
To shelter thee from tempest and from rain.
Then be my deer, since I am such a park,
No dogs shall rouse thee though a thousand bark.
Boy, didn't the Bard have a way with words!
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