AND ANOTHER!

COME ON! SQUEEZE 'EM IN!

WHEN Love was born of heavenly line,
What dire intrigues disturbed Cythera's joy!
Till Venus cried, "A mother's heart is mine;
None but myself shall nurse my boy,"

But, infant as he was, the child
In that divine embrace enchanted lay;
And, by the beauty of the vase beguiled,
Forgot the beverage--and pined away.

YEAH, BABY!

But i'm not tehwatch......

Posted By: Johnny Comecardiff, Aug 10, 09:25:34