Oh, how I miss the land of my birth.
I Love naked people. You never have to worry that they might be carrying a gun.
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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
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- The Word of the Week is:
- Three Tragedies by Lorca
- Alec Kolodny Gets a New 'Do
- Still Drowning
- I finished The Mercy Seat
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- No one writes to the colonel
- This is why I love shape-note singing...
- I Love Naked People!
- The best of all possible forms
- A rat is a rat is a rat...
- "Our clayey part"
- "Necklace, drunken bell
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About Me
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
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