Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, desiring to be an urchin, said:
Give us a love-nest down that watershed.
Minos and Scylla dwelled inside a creek
Ripped by the gulf and flourished without Greek,
The former smoldering in clouds of milt,
Which the latter, sauntering on silt,
Punctured with eggs: vicarious interaction
Allowed what she’d called love to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love-nest by that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla dwelled inside a creek
ripped by the gulf and flourished without Greek,
the former smoldering in clouds of milt,
which fecund Scylla, sauntering on silt,
punctured with eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed what she’d called lust to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
So Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
ripped by the gulf: they flourished without Greek,
the former shivering in clouds of milt,
which lusty Scylla, sauntering on silt,
poked with her eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed what she’d called love to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf: they flourished without Greek,
the former shuddering in clouds of milt,
which lusty Scylla, sauntering the silt,
poked with eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed what she’d called “love” to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf, where they thrived without Greek,
the former maundering in clouds of milt,
which randy Scylla, sauntering the silt,
pricked with eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed the shame called “love” to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf, where they thrived without Greek,
the Cretan maundering in clouds of milt,
which Princess Scylla, sauntering the silt,
pricked with her eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed the madness “love” to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf, where they thrived without Greek,
the Cretan maundering in clouds of milt,
which prickly Scylla, sauntering the silt,
riddled with eggs: vicarious interaction
allowed that mad thing “love” to gain some traction.
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf, where they thrived without Greek,
the Cretan maundering in clouds of milt,
which prickly Scylla, sauntering the silt,
riddled eggv
lose
Self-plagiarism is no cause for dread.
Scylla, who yearned to be an urchin, said:
“Give us a love nest on that watershed.”
Minos and Scylla lived inside a creek
rived by the gulf, where they thrived without Greek,
the Cretan maundering in clouds of milt,
which prickly Scylla, sauntering the silt,
riddled eggv
loose