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And now it's Haus' turn. Superlative Milton pastiche in the Balberith thread:
Nor those mysterious parts were then concealed;
Then was not guilty shame, dishonest shame.
No, Adam had his nob out, and his balls,
Which bounced like two great orbs of equal size,
as VENUS doubled in a velvet sack,
which th'astronomie calls THE MORNING STAR.
Yay, so were Adam's balls, and his fair wife -
But let us now to SATAN here return,
And linger not upon that beldame's parts,
For that would be too much like a good time. |
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