Content with Libby! No; I do repent
The many centuries I with her have spent.
Not Libby but Lois I love:
Who will not change a walrus for a gazelle?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier zoologist.
Things growing are not fluffy until their season
So I, being conceited, 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 piehole, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's leather book.
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