Of F.W.H.M. To One That Smokes Poem by James Kenneth Stephen

Of F.W.H.M. To One That Smokes

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Spare us the hint of slightest desecration,
Spotless preserve us an untainted shrine;
Not for thy sake, oh goddess of creation,
Not for thy sake, oh woman, but for mine.

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