Topic: Attn: Doc-fellator...
+Anonymous A — 12.3 years ago #35,382
Thy tears are to me
Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, over a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy weeping eyes, thy crying 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, over a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy weeping eyes, thy crying face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
+Anonymous B — 12.3 years ago, 2 minutes later[T] [B] #402,311
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