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Story Summary A lover of woman must learn to be
Content with one, and leave the rest;
But a lover of lads can do like me -
Make love to a hundred equally
And still love one the best.
I should think it very hard myself
To have to sit, shut out from heaven,
And hoard my love, as if 'twere pelf,
When I could kiss some roughish elf
Of let's say six or seven.
And why? A pretty cause foresooth!
That fifty miles away or more,
There chanced to be a certain youth
Whose kissing days, to tell the truth,
Were very nearly o'er!
Would you be jealous, Dick, and pout
Because I kissed your friends and cousins?
If so, mon cher, the truth will out -
I've kissed young boys in dozens!
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Published: 19-Aug-2012
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An English clergyman and Uranian poet and novelist. He attended Exeter College, Oxford, received his B.A. in 1884, and was awarded a D.D. He was vicar of Nordelph, Downham Market, Norfolk, from 1909 to 1944. Towards the beginning of his life Bradford was an Anglo-Catholic but he subsequently became a Modernist.