Topic: To The Doctor
+Doc-Fellator, with love — 12.7 years ago #30,572
Doc, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
+Anonymous B — 12.7 years ago, 4 hours later[T] [B] #354,912
+Anonymous C — 12.7 years ago, 3 minutes later, 4 hours after the original post[T] [B] #354,915
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