Once I expected a lowing --
the solid footstep presence of a French horn.
Now I only hear bells:
the silver charms of an anklet a-jangle;
a sudden, joyous lift
of the heels.
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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
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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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