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Under the spreading mulberry tree
When the purple fruit was falling free,
I got horny and had some nooky
With my hot cooky
And she had some with me.
God damn! the cleaner's bill!
(from poetry of Clark Ashton Smith: http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/474/ripe-mulberries)
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o.O
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what the....?
This is very much unlike all the other poems on the site, which are mostly in the vein of
Since I have seen the refluent glory of the sea,
My dreams are made of azure, emerald and gold
and
The lamp burns stilly in the standing air,
As in some ventless caveen. Through wide windows
The midnight brings a silence from the stars
and
I will repeat a subtle rune—
And thronging suns of Otherwhere
Shall blaze upon the blinded air
and that sort of thing. So this one almost dirty-limerick kind of thing tucked in the middle was... a bit jarring, to say the least.
When the purple fruit was falling free,
I got horny and had some nooky
With my hot cooky
And she had some with me.
God damn! the cleaner's bill!
(from poetry of Clark Ashton Smith: http://www.eldritchdark.com/writings/poetry/474/ripe-mulberries)
... O.o
o.O
,,,O.O,,,
what the....?
This is very much unlike all the other poems on the site, which are mostly in the vein of
Since I have seen the refluent glory of the sea,
My dreams are made of azure, emerald and gold
and
The lamp burns stilly in the standing air,
As in some ventless caveen. Through wide windows
The midnight brings a silence from the stars
and
I will repeat a subtle rune—
And thronging suns of Otherwhere
Shall blaze upon the blinded air
and that sort of thing. So this one almost dirty-limerick kind of thing tucked in the middle was... a bit jarring, to say the least.