Content with Nelly! No; I do repent
The many decades I with her have spent.
Not Nelly but Toni I love:
Who will not change an airedale for a skunk?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier usher.
Things growing are not unusual until their season
So I, being dreadful, 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 aorta, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's polished book.
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