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I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle

10 Murray: going the way of the Tasmanian Tiger? Corner of Murray and Davey Streets, September 2011. It's about time that I had a sexy poem... The Ninth Secret Poem , Guillaume Apollinaire I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle Of the Goddess I am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest O my Eldorado I am the only fish in your voluptuous ocean You my lovely Siren I am the climber on your snowy mountains O my whitest Alp I am the heavenly archer at your beautiful mouth O my darling quiver I am the hauler of your midnight hair O lovely ship on the canal of my kisses And the lilies of your arms are beckoning me O my summer garden The fruits of your breast are ripening their honey for me O my sweet-smelling orchard And I am raising you O Madeleine O my beauty above the earth Like the torch of all light