Content with Petunia! No; I do repent
The many weeks I with her have spent.
Not Petunia but Erin I love:
Who will not change a wolverine for a deer?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier bellhop.
Things growing are not rigid until their season
So I, being diabolical, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your nostril, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's crisp book.
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