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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Tuesday, 5 March 1907
Sleeping off V.N. [Victor B. Neuburg].
[Opposite Monday and Tuesday pages:]
The Golf Girl
My girl with a laugh when I rubbed her calf Said with good-humoured chaff “you’ve that for the Half!”
Her maidenly soul in a rapture did roll. She caught hold of my pole—“I’ve this for the Hole.”
And when (I’m a sod) in her anus I plod She whispered, “My God! You’re playing the odd!”
The bloody old whore held me tight on the floor. Though I’d holed out, she swore I must play the one more.
At my head in her dyke I determined to strike, But she cooed, “Good old tyke! I will now play the like.”
I asked her to utter permission to futter But she only would mutter “Be up with the putter.”
A babe was the blessing that came of caressing. Did God set her guessing? “It’s my fault for pressing.”
When fucked she would say in her ladylike way “One up and I say, boy, how many to play?”
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