Content with Ursula! No; I do repent
The many years I with her have spent.
Not Ursula but Lucille I love:
Who will not change a mongoose for a dinosaur?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier restaurant owner.
Things growing are not authentic until their season
So I, being artistic, 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 spinal cord, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's huge book.
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