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Aleister Crowley's "When Celia Farts"

When Celia comes, 'tis earthquake hour


The bed vibrates like kettledrums
It is a grand display of power when Celia comes

When Celia farts, my hasty nose


Sniffs up the fragrance from her parts
Shamed are the violets and rose when Celia farts

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