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Hell Regained
POEM
BY C
DEAN

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Hell Regained
POEM
BY C
DEAN colin

leslie dean Australia’s Leading erotic poet free for

download
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Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria 2025
page.1 The Feast of Venus Peter Paul Rubens 1635-1636

P.2 Franz Xaver Winterhalter (1806-1873) – Florinda) P.3 The Triumph of Galatea
(18th century) P.6 on the way to the festival Charles william wyllie roi 1853-1923

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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N Ahh what be this

Hell Regained
be it what a proem to see
whenst the painted veil doth
lift or perhaps a proem
whenst we see whenst the
painted veil lifts not Ohh
such ambiguity be it morality
or perhaps Ahh perhaps
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thee might see for some

hypocrites doth moralize
andst accuse the other with
names those with high regard
for their virtue doth of
themselves ignore to accuse
Attila the Hun Tamerlane
andst Genghis Khan
savages brutes of carnage
immoral scum Yet they with
Bible inst one hand to give
those savages of Afric or

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other poor savage lands with

one hand to give and with the
other their land to take inst
the same breath they singeth
of brotherly love andst
Agape Yet enslave to Hell
those poor savages they
blame of immorality the very
people their crusade didst
exploit didst do the very
things that they themselves
didst to do But of the other

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to accuse Ahh what we see

doth depend uponst whether
the painted veil be lifted or
doth lay before our eyes thus
Dearest recieter all doth
depend uponst thee what thee
doth of this proem to make
Yet one couldst say what
thee hates thee becomes what
thee hates thee doth become
andst of thy hate thy hate
thee doth But regain

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PREFACE
Ahhh Dearest recieter telleth I thee
with wit writ uponst the airs with
thoughts deep andst tongue dipped inst
sweet odours perfumed ast like those
moralists that with flowers choisest
uponst their tongue engarlanded with
such grace stirring tropes andst words
that doth lace that place uponst the
podium they doth fomst pontificate
with elegance so displayed andst their
thoughts so well arraid to with such
depth of wit to proue that their foe be of
such status low of so low morality that
they float high with such sublimity
andst no hypocrisy

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What be we see whenst the painted veil

we lift whenst Māyā is dissolved to see or
not to see ‘neath appearance to its
“isness” thatness” “beingness” ‘neath the
illusion of the phenomenal world what be
this force that doth create the painted
veil perhaps just simply words perhaps
that be that drug of the minde that doth
bewitch so wayfarer taketh thy journey
follow thy way lift the veil andst thee
might see some “isness” thatness”
“beingness” not thru philosophy But
perhaps anthropology

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Andst didst wander I didst I

wonder a flâneur that didst But be a
wayfarer thru this earth not be with
philosophy a consolation ast with
Boethius mere words the painted
veil of no avail Ohh howeth that
poet ‘neath autumnal winds
mouldering bones ‘neath leaves that
rot onst that couch of everlasting
sleep who now not sings poor fool
he to seek thru philosophy that
wasted trek onst that Great
Alexanders path all that he didst
But see be But illusions created
by he by who thought he doth see to
seek the truth But sees it not But
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see naught But his ideas which he

didst But see ast objects external to
he Yet they be shadows of words
But phantoms where he be But the
dupe of the victim of the shadows of
words the prey of his self created
dreams sweet illusions that But
deceive for the reality that not be
But didst I see ‘neath the painted
veil ast I didst But wander I didst
I wonder a flâneur that didst But
be a wayfarer thru this earth ast
didst Fleetwood with too much
solitude thru crowds didst wander
wonder inst travels ‘mongst
mountains along rivers up tall
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precipices andst thru verdant fields

andst thru lands of darkness Yet
not like he for I an Aesthete didst
But see all beauties ‘neath that
painted veil glitter green ripples light
reflecting golds to sparkle inst white
ice to see flowers bloom with odours
of sweet hue to tingle along streams
gilded edges of yellow strips that
meander ast webs to paint the fields
andst lands ast tapestries of blazing
bright light thru a universe of
glittering wave tips scarlet leaves
‘mongst shadows of indigo ‘neath
moon silver pearl that glows tinted
onst dark velvet night to flicker onst
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seas blue amethyst crystal fires

flecked the mountain peaks azure ast
drops of liquid grains fromst frozen
moonlight ‘neath skies unfathomable
streaked with plumes of dawns rosey
light andst didst wonder wander I
an Eolian Harp whose minde didst
flicker thoughts like tunes fromst
that breeze that I didst But see to
finde inst all the world diversity
that didst thru my minde to sweep to
flutter my minde to thoughts to creep
to seep within mine brain with all the
beauties of the earth to gain andst
thru lands of darkness a flâneur o’er
plaines didst I wander wonder inst
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barbarian lands of Aḥmad ibn

Faḍlān ibn al-ʿAbbās Ibn Rāshid
Ibn Hammād andst the lands of
darkness the lands of the Volga
Bulgars of the Oghuz Turks
Bukharā andst the Khazars, andst
Cumans, andst Pechenegs where the
Bashghirds doest of fleas andst lice to
eat to carry wooden phallus that where
people doest to But worship cranes
andst snakes where men of intelligence
be But sacrificed where adulterers be
But cut inst two fromst their nape of
neck to their thighs with sharp axe to
hang with each male andst woman those
pieces to a tree that all canst see But

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Ahh to see the Northern lights bright

moonlight float wisps of dazzling light
bright stripes ast burning fires light the
night with shades of indigo to Ohh to
engulf mine minde inst speechless
thoughts brought to this minde of I
spectral red mist of fire ‘neath which
didst to But fight believing andst
unbelieving Jinn within the night to
fight each andst every night since
creation with savage might didst I
trek with Abu Hāmid al-Andalusī
al-Gharnātī to see the bones of the
people of Ad with four arms length
fromst head to shoulder with heads
like great domes to travel with the
Rādhanīya merchants fromst Hind to
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Chin to Firānja along the trade

routes of the Rūs with aloes andst
musk camphor andst cinnamon Ahh
andst to see the trade inst the
Saqāliba slaves with Mas’udī to
see the land of the midnight sun
andst Ahh to see the slaughter up
the river Guadalquivir by the
Norsemen to put all to the sword
thenst inst carnage that be near I
saw they be butchered by the cavalry
of the Amir Ahh inst all these
lands But brutal be where life be
cheap andst Ohh so nasty so be
where all be But to seem fromst the
Christian eyes to be But Hell they
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doest tell to be to be the devils

scheme So didst I that flâneur to
wonder to wander to didst I go
andst along the route to follow the
flow of silver to Christendom that
didst the camels laden didst go to
thru the eyes of the needle ast inst
the heavens height bright inst flight
didst I see ast the sun inst Aries
rose rose tinted red blooded scarlet
hued Ohhh it didst seem to I to see
an angle bright twixt the
constellations of the Centaur andst
the Scorpion to mine view didst I
seem to see writ inst the clouds
above Christendom to mine view
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what advantaeth it me if the dead rise not let us eat

andst drink for tomorrow we doest die andst
didst I see ‘neath the painted veil to
revel such a revelation Ohh didst I
see such beauty such refinery to to
see to see a she inst scarlet clad
upost a scarlet beast she decked inst
pearls andst none the least of gold
untold purfled inst pearls of precious
stones with of gold a cup inst that
fair hand with cloth gilded of again
of gold andst purple scarlet arrayed
with trappings of tinsel that lit up
the lands andst bright fair air to
deck the blooms with flecks of
gleams of fleck of sparks that dance
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along the flowers tips to ripple

scents of odours fair sweet scents
breathed uponst the breeze to coat all
inst vapours of pink mist streaming
gleaming drops of gold that rain ast
dew light light inst tints of purpling
shadows to fill Christendom with
perfumed blooms censures of odours
inst the breeze of the breath of that
she those camels laden to swing inst
the airs that kiss the lips of all those
that be to live inst Ohh this
Christendom of which didst But
say Medieval Dante be of loose-
living corrupt full of materialism of
which Petrarch didst inst the
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Renaissance poor forth wrath inst

his Canzoniere that doth But
castigate where they that doth grow
rich to make others poor andst didst
I see those with pets of leopards
loins andst she-wolfs that let those
led about whilest with whispers
some uponst their lips uponst their
lips ast the multitudes ‘neath burning
sun andst the lights andst colours
spectrums hues variegated didst to
tint the masses flesh with mingled
charms perfumed with all the sweet
vapours of blooms andst spices rare
ast they didst swarm ast bees to the
honey-pot to the camels that didst
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thru the eyes of needle with their

burdens of silver slivers that
gleamed andst flecked andst glinted
with streaks of light more radiant
Ohh to those more ravishing thanst
the moons bright light whilest with
whispers some uponst their lips
uponst their lips these words slip off
of Menander fromst his Thais
Bad company corrupts good
character thenst Ohhh thenst the
pipes the lutes the harps the drums to
beat the feet to keep the beat they she
ands hes the shes that be hes the hes
that be shes andst all the rest
betwixt didst their feet to beat
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decked inst flowers blooms

fragarant of smells I willist tell all
to be naked to be like ast Pomonas
arbour they didst swarm to beat their
feet naked strove they to each to
each ast wood-nymphs andst Satyrs
andst Fauns onst heat seeped inst
wine andst myrtles andst myrrh
andst odours ointments to seep the
flesh the feet to beat wanton flesh
heated breaths the flesh dripping
bliss nard andst cassia to burn the
their flesh each eyes of each onst
temptation of flesh the fruit oozy ripe
to their sight gazed they onnst each
pulpy fruit to taste to lick to suck
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Ohh the beat ast lips to fruit ripe

ooze to lick inst beat of the drums
the pipes the harps desiring the fruit
to eat empreged with their sight the
fruit to tempt with appetite the lips
crush tight the fruit savoury of
smell they fell each to each onst each
shes with shes hes with hes andst
all that be betwixt the fruit to taste
to lick greedy gorged the fruit with
no restraint Ohh Oh they go
insatiable of appetite eating with
juice uponst the breath their lips ripe
fruit doth hang all seasons ripe tight
nectareous fluids drip onst tongue
tips ‘neath skies bounties of heaven
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to each to each a guest of delight of

desires fertile abundance of fruit
bearing flesh onst heated breath earth-
bearing sights the eyes capture flesh
multiplies dazzles the mass of fruit
grapes flesh lips gold rimed nourishment
of flesh to the beat the feet seeps the
juice each doth to fruit reach with
mouths tongues lips to slip inst flesh
fruity ripe ooze to sip the sciential sap
nectar sweet ast the grape well pressed
the pleasures of flesh ast wine
fermented bliss excesses of flesh fruity
ooze to drink intoxicated drunk onst the
ooze wine fruity flesh that scented
vapours sent to the nose of I that I
doth to taste thenst fromst that Pell-

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Mell of crowdie chaos blent into one

flesh of ooze that didst to But seep
juice around mine feet to the beat of
harp pipe lute andst flute ast a she
didst with flowlet hairs decked naked
andst didst up to I lift her feet
upturned that that censure that vessel
that fruity flesh to I didst offer that
juice fresh of flesh to drip ooze twixt
thighs flesh to I that fruit that be the
fruit of desires andst thenst didst see I
with eyes of the world hid by the
painted veil that that Hell of the land of
darkness those lands of paine that of
Christendom doth of to tell be But
Ohh be the very Christendom that hast
of Hell regained

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Paradise
Gained
Poem by c
Dean
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Paradise
Gained
Poem by c
Dean
colin leslie dean Australia’s Leading
erotic poet free for download
https://www.scribd.com/document/35520015/List-of-FREE-
Erotic-Poetry-Books-by-Gamahucher-Press Gamahucher press
west geelong Victoria 2025 page.1 The Feast of Venus Peter Paul
Rubens 1635-1636 P.2

P.2 The Triumph of Galatea (18th century) P.3 The Triumph of

Galatea (18th century) P.6 on the way to the festival Charles
william wyllie roi 1853-1923
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PUBLISHERS
INTRODUCTIO
N So what be

Paradise
this

Gained
perhaps a Medieval
allegory ast like “The
Romance of the Rose”
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or a Koan not of the Soto

school But the Rinzai
where reason be But a
hindrance to the ultimate ast
doth say the Christian St
Bernard holiness not
argument leads to the divine
or again ast Hugh of St
Victor that the uncorrupted
truth cant be understood by
reason or again Richard of
St Victor reason and the
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imagination be inferior to
mystical contemplation for
ast St Bernard didst say
vision be the way for logic
andst dialectics lead thee
astray so andst what might
the allegory be be it a vision
of the mystic journey some
doth say the world canst be
an Hell or an heaven such
that thee canst turn Hell into
a heaven or turn heaven inst
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to a Hell with clarity the

journeys end is But where
thee began all remains the
same what hast changed is
thy clarity the allegory thus
seeks to put inst words that
vision seen where to see is
not to see to know is not to
know But words do falsify
so recieter try to see the
vision thru allegory to see
the ultimate beyond reason
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PREFACE
Ahh what be this askes thee sweet
recieter Ahh some humble wits doth
answer with pen dipped inst gold writ onst
pearl paper tinted with those thoughts of
philosophers andst mystics deep full of
words andst fancies that all their times
doth keep some others sing onst
Sheppard’s pipes Ye what canst say I to
thee with vaine words that afford naught
But more words well let I say whenst
thee be onst the mystics way note that at
thy end thee be But back where thee began
I say for whenst thee hast lost thy
verbiage thenst thee hast won clarity
whenst thy end is where thee began whenst
thy words to oblivion thee doest send
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Ahh what be this blue tinted orb that floats

around inst within space what be this place
that doth strew uponst the many andst the
few to coat their lives with joy or misery
some say it be Hell others tell it be Heaven
uponst them that befell what be this duality
this binary some say that be the way the
minde doth of reality to say other say that
duality be just illusion brought fromst that
scam Of Aristotle his logic the excluded
middle that hast way layed humanity for
2300 years some doth say make of that
Hell thy heaven rather thanst maketh of
Heaven thy Hell Yet what doth this proem
to of the matter to say well with clarity Dear
recieter read the words or go beyond such
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Andst doest I to But to lift the

painted veil fromst the vale of tears
fromst Saṁvṛti the Sufi eyes to see
thru Māyā doest I seek doest
perhaps to see ast Dante didst seek
to see to be the candle ready for that
flame that flame that he didst didst
long to But to gain to see beyond the
shadowy play of realities prefaces
where the masks hast been lifted to
see Ohh to see perhaps what other
be the things to be where I doest to
see not unripe things But to see
where others sight be not equal to the
sight beyond the painted veil where
Ohh that sempiternal rose dilating
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doth its odours to exhale But give

off where be But all be But be
spring to see that without But
seeing to see to be to without
knowing to know to be that whenst
onst my journey didst I to wander
to wonder that didst I thenst to see
to know that that journeys end is
But the journey where I began But
Ahh But with more clarity didst I
thenst didst But to see before that
I began that rose be But a rose
that didst along the journeys path
became not that rose Yet at the
journeys end where I didst to But
began the rose be But again that
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rose But with more clarity that

hadst I But gained unlike that
Peter Bell that inst shadows
trusted thenst to madness wast he
thrusted to damnation where Ahh
where what wast Hell to heaven
turned to I to burn with heaven
unto myself to be to see with clarity
whenst the painted veil didst to lift
andst reality to see to lift the
shadows o’er the abyss andst with
sight clear to view andst those unreal
shapes that mimic all that the rest
canst But only see to I Shall lead
I to the shadows to lift andst inst
gloomy solitude to be But Ahh
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Ahh to be within the world But of

it not Yet part of that shadow dance
Yet with more clarity apart to see
Yet merged inst all that crowd
happier thanst all I hast But known
andst the shadows purple indigo
didst glow pearl tinted flushing hues
of dawn tinted colours spectrum
glistening blent mingled gem-like
stars spiral light vortexes whorls of
shadows bright light indigo purples
inst frenzy didst But to twirl
flickering quiver shadows ast if to
lift fromst the moon clouds of
speckled gleams doth lift the
painted veil the darkness to light
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bright Ahh doth see I see I Ohh

see I light opens round the space
this sphere this universe this void
this Ohh this didst see I where all
things to beauty be this space doth
But be paradise to those that doth
But see look looketh I andst see
all shapes to light with delight with
beauty bright with thy sight doth
thee create paradise to fashioning
chaos inst to Oh these words doest
crumble inst mine mouth uponst mine
lips tip to dust worthless motes for
these bubbles of sounds doest But
be But lie for what doth lie before
mine sights that doth But pollinate
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mine lips that I doth breathe sweet

incense that doth kiss the breeze that
doth kiss the bright swift flowing
ripples uponst the azure gleaming
waves the multitudinous all sweet
flowing things within mine eyes orbs
that glint ast crystals of fire like
spears of gold the light flecked
burning flames of beauteousness
untold that coat fromst mine lips that
flow pollen of brightness thru the
purpling light glow golden thenst
didst burst to dissolve the indigo
purple shadows that preface reality
andst to mine gaze didst blaze Ohh
didst blaze to mine gaze forth didst
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I see ast if a dream But But real

uponst the meadows lucid hues of
greens andst blues like of jewels
didst lay Ohh didst lay I say
beauties ast nymphs that didst
perfume the airs nectareous of ooze
that fromst their pulpy –fruity
pollinating blooms didst to glow ast
dew ‘neath clouds andst sky andst
burning sun of golden fire all ast if
painted uponst the light Nymphs of
pink cheeked flesh kiss each with
toying tongues ‘neath sky transparent
ast glass a dome blazing like a lake
of shining expanse Yet inst clouds
reflecting all within what doth seem
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a golden sphere encircling be it real

or illusion within the lucid depth of
mine sight to see those Nymphs
those Sirens fromst those blooms
the foam of love to ooze thru curly
hairs they each to each andst each to
me glances amorous sent fromst
eyes dancing prancing o’er each to
each andst each to me Yet of no
imagination those pulpy-fruity-oozy –
blooms of those shes they be the
forms of things unknown ‘neath
purple shadows that thee see with
clarity that take shape Yet be
nothing that words of which canst
tell for no name canst uponst befell
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To jail inst limits of thy mind andst

to capture inst they senses that be
But glimmers shimmering whenst
that painted veil be lifted andst to
see thru not seeing andst to know
thru not knowing that thy fancy
unhindered canst ast Dante drink of
those waters to lift those shadows
of reality to know to see what be
before thee Ohh those blossoms of
fruity-pulpy-scented-ooze that dangle
flushed with blushed flesh twixt
sweet pink flesh thighs odorous of
breath that lay about onst carpets of
myrrh inst blissful field of cassia
of nard of Armidas isle of bliss
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andst balm scented flowery odours

full this wilderness of sweet oozy—
flesh-puply-fruity-blooms of flesh
flushed blushed of wantonness these
virgins pouring forth that scented
ooze that fill mine fancies with
delights that fill this paradise with
fragrance filled to rise ast plumes of
light sky-tinting ‘neath fervid sun
burning onst those heated fleshy
blooms onst carpet ast painted o’er
meads of golden blossoms with
grasses of greens with themselves
offered up ast a banquet to mine
fancies with such banquets of things
that o’er spread the earth which be
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But a feast of Venus thus the

odorous flowery bloomed flesh with
odours burn a banquet for those that
see with clarity sate I inst cool
bower with enormous amounts of
bliss ast spicy forest deep within
didst kiss mine lips to tingle the
tongues tip ast wanton Nymphs
their savoury fruit dishes didst the
tongues tip of I didst into too dip
to please with relish this thirst of
I for nectareous draughts of their
oooze to quench with delight mine
appetite uponst those milky streams
those buds that turgid swollen gorged
to be like grape or berry ast more
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Nymphs doth Eastward stream

thru trees to me with blooms of
glorious shape such sight to see to
behold ast a new morn risen inst
mid-noon that they sweep along
oozing to their guest the receiver of
their gift that pour forth from thighs
with fertile oozeing of squishy
fruity fruitfulness that be the fruit
to bringeth forth the fruit that be
mine desires fired by those pouting
growths of flesh that grow with
each breath more fruitful all ripe
inst season that doth hang twixt
those thighs like stalks that enclose
those moist lips that mine lips doest
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long to pluck to lick that doth nourish

I to consume such for mine health of
such superfluous moistiness fromst
each she that doth the blooms to hang
ast fruit fromst bough or brake that
uponst the earth with clarity thee I will
see bounties of delicacies that doth mix
I inst mine mouth uponst mine tongues
tip tastes so well joined andst mixed
that Ohh of all the shes that the earth
doth yield fromst India west andst east
of middle shore of Pontus andst the
Carthaginian coast be sure to Scheria
andst that land of that Phaeacian King
Alcinous Ohh didst I see all those
fruity shes ast like some tabletop dish
fromst a Netherlandish still life print
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those fruity-flesh blooms doth I crush

with lips like must ripe-juice like
meaths andst berry anst kernel pressed
tight lipped pressed to sip that wine
some say be blood that some doth say
ast on the Phelgrean plaine doth stir up
rebellious thoughts or doth bringeth
excess ast doth say that motto at the
palace Culross MIHI PONDERA LUXUS
fromst Paradin Yet One wanton she
didst to I fromst the rest didst leave to
I I believe andst wouldst fromst that
wanton she didst receive fromst she
upturned bloom sweet wine that didst
mine minde heightened ast with wine to
be jocund andst with boon that didst
realize I Ahh hadst I paradise gained