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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.
2 comments:
Congrats on the poems! Grimes Graves has some great sounds!
Thanks so much, Valerie!
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