A OLD ODE TO THE GOD OF THE QUEER SCENE AS TOLD TO ME BY THE REAL TIMOTHY DALTON:
HARRY AND I, OUR SOULS ENTWINED,
I AND HARRY, A PAST TO REMIND.
HOW ART WE THAT CHERISH SO LITTLE,
UNDER A DUVET OF STARS AND BRANCHES SO BRITTLE.
WE WERE UNITED BY THE GLARE OF THE ORANGE LAMP,
I LOOKED INTO YOUR EYES AND MY BREECHES GREW DAMP.
OH, HARRY THOU ART GONE, AND THOUGH I AM BITTER,
I LONG TO HOLD YOU AGAIN AND BUGGER THY SHITTER.
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LOVE BELIEVE.
