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On the Discovery of Bacchus and Lovely Clothespins (Free verse) by MacFrantic Dionysus, cruel father of wine
Whose horns ought be covered in vine
Hath stolen away
Both the night and the day
Leaving chaos and discord behind
In case you've not already found
That your odor is upmost unsound
We will stay far away
From your reeking bouquet
And make sure we don't spread it around
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