consecrate our Friendship?

based on the chapter “Wednesday” in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers by Thoreau

silver daddy hung

As surely as the sunset in my latest November

shall translate me to the unreal world,

and remind me of the ruddy morning of youth;

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as surely as the last strain of music which falls on my decaying ear

shall make age to be forgotten,

or, in short, the manifold influences of nature

survive during the term of our natural life,

hug my throbbing cock

so surely my cock shall forever be my friend,

and reflect a ray of God to me,

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and time shall foster and adorn and consecrate our Friendship,

no less than the ruins of temples.

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