Poems are hard..
notwithstanding, also this Bard,
chock full of fictitious romance,
yearnings satiated, with every glance,
indecently happenstance, unrehearsed,
tales thrust forth, satisfying thirst,
ample embellishing,
brought forth lengthy relishing,
mounting unfactual facts,
bred desire, rich in favour of more acts,
none mistrust,
merely lust,
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