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Tobacco and Boies

John Whitworth

Dec 31 2010

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 (The quote is from Christopher Marlowe)

They that love not tobacco and boies

Are fools. How true how very true.

My song of songs, my joy of joys,

After the fevers and the frets,

The Himalaya of my debts,

This is as joyful as it gets.

My loves all culminate in you,

My Wonderland, my Timbuktu,

My Rome, my Babylon, my Tyre,

My sweet of sweets, my toy of toys,

My pattern and my equipoise,

My marmoset of marmosets,

The pinnacle of my desire

My light of life, my flame of fire,

And sharer of my cigarettes.

 
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