Time You Were Back In Ithaca, Mate
T Tom Billsborough
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Calypso's swaying to and fro
Weaving magic on her loom
And with her lips a song so sweet
Now glues him to his web of doom.
And lying on his couch of down
The one who foaled the Trojan Horse
Quite hypnotised, Odysseus,
By her subtle intercourse.
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