Scoutmaster Adam Snow desires of being a satyr
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Stepping out of the tent the forest were gone We were encircled by a bright white light Thebans with horns on their temples The men were spread out on a white pedestal for our gusto The air was crammed with the musky aroma of folks in fever
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