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By Stephen Date: 2002 Mar 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.28.08.32.30682]] |
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Why would it seem... Still you my fairest of lady resting to just lay beneath the shimmer and dusk as we may be caught carnal waylaying sending quivers and screams not as sound could be bolus within the elapse of life... but as we may cough espy like my serene dream a place of placid composed tranquility Yet you my dear spy me unpardonable Still upon you my fairest of lady would I give upon thee such a dirty little thing as me? Maybe. |