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Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
3 comments:
Hi Laura,
I hope your mom is okay.
Thank you, Sarah. She is at home now, doing better.
glad of that.
best
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