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Monday, October 03, 2005

Possibly the Worst. Poem. Ever

Blessed Be the Paps which Thou Hast Sucked

Suppose he had been tabled at thy teats,
Thy hunger feels not what he eats;
He’ll have his teat ere long, a bloody one,
The mother then must suck the Son.

(Richard Crashaw)

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