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Paean (Other) by Terence

I was restless, unhappy and bored. Then my spirit soared for a girl. Now in boundless amazement I praise the dear Lord, For the world is my oyster when she is my pearl.

Bachus 17-Jul-03/9:41 AM
Fortune cookie poetry is better not removed from the cookie and consumed. When your spirit soars, do you steer it like a kite? When you praise the lord, do you give god the glory, glory? I believe the world is your scallop and she is a barnacle.




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