My
George
Had a flair
Under my care
Was once a furry
Friendly monster
Quick to lose temper
Brainy, brawny brawler
Softened, sooner tamed
Silly, sultry, soulish love
A madness for me to try
Weaning from base lust
Almost was a fine man
Believed obscene lies
Wild is only best for
Beast, so released
Roused by a troll
A rolling droll
Lost control
Pub-hopping
Mask folds
Nature's
Coddling
Called
Cold
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But a soulish man does not receive the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him and he is not able to know them because they are discerned spiritually.