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1904 · PDF PAGE 140

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

It gives me very little pleasure To dole out spunk by weight or measure To any other lady’s treasure, My darling. The wall hath holes — I do not woo them. The pillow creases — Je m’en fous them. The sofa cracks — I spunk not through them, My darling ! Italian boys have bulging bums ; Their well trained arsehole fairly hums. They shall not get my greasy comes, My darling. My hand forgets its ancient cunning. Before I knew you it was stunning : I could toss off some twelve times running. My darling ! Now I am guiltless of a stand. Only thy arse, …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 139

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[141] THE POET ABROAD At Grindelwald I have no luck. I want your pussy-cat to suck, Your sniffy bottom-hole to fuck, My darling ! Remembrance is so sad for me ! I yearn for your K.U.N.T. That in my mouth was wont to pee, My darling ! All on my balls you used to piss ; Your farts would smoke, your turds would hiss ; Then you would take my cock to kiss, My darling ! I used to hang on every word Your dainty little mouth averred, And make milk puddings with a turd, My darling ! I shat of yore between your bubs. Those fat amusing butter-tubs : Love’…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 141

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

Then with your well worn chamois leather You’ll suck up, in your love’s strong tether, My last breath and last fuck together, My Darling ! [143]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 104

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…h music filled as birds are That walk about the grass ; If I were what the turds arc And love were like the arse ! If you were crabs, my darling, And I your love a taenia ; We’d scratch and strain together My rubber and your leather Until we both were crazy (My stage and your proscenia) If you were crabs, my darling. And I your love a taenia. If you were thrall to chancre And I were page to piles. We’d play for boric acid Until we grew more placid.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…atitude.” “ Only half gratitude, Duchess.” “ ? ” “ Because you have only half the secret.” “ And the other half is ? ” “ Naughty.” “ You darling, tell me at once.” “ Will you kiss me ? ” “ Kiss you — come here — Satan ! ” “ Eve ! ” And his lithe coils rolled over her naked body, his forked tongue slipped beneath the white teeth and its delicate foam maddened her tongue. It touched her tender palate, and withdrew to pene- trate her dainty nostrils. All round her he wrapped his soft green folds and their gentle pressure warmed her blood that shud…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ip — whip whip whip — whip — whip whip whip whip whip whip — whip — whip whip — whip whip — whip — whip — whip — whip whip whip you, you darling. (Experts in flagellation are invited to notice the difference in metre between her and the fashionable schoolmis- tress.) This went on for such a long while the same that I think it will be better if you ask your readers [65]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…sh of reawakening desire. “ Katie ” ea- gerly reverses his position to prepare for a new embrace ; but Monty whispers to the Captain : “ Darling, I can bear it no longer ; come back ! ” [83]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 47

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…such is the pleasure. This made her only the keener, and when he saw that she would cry a rape unless he consented — “ and you must see, darling, how necessary it is for anyone in my posi- tion to be able to do that at any moment — the witnesses are all ready, and you would not stand a chance ! ” — He abandoned the unequal con- test ; and the unique performance of Kluckchoo, the Human Corkscrew, began. [45]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 61

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… Viscosity was inherent in the mass, I jounced it like a man. But this soon ceased : I reluctantly withdrew. Yet such was my love for my darling that I buggered a hole clean through his tomb- stone, and for six months I never left the hallowed spot. My spiritual superiors, however, soon put a spoke in my wheel. I should have been going on still, but they reminded me that I had a great ca- reer before me and that it was unworthy of a man — how much more of a Christian ! — To allow a personal grief, however severe, to blind one for ever alike to …

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