Tuesday, November 25, 2003
song of the earth to the moon and the sun
Spindrift, cast over, cart wheeled, curtailed… Awestruck on a moonlit night in May, My splendid nonchalant smiles all but failed… And seldom has my trophy wife seen such proud display. Oh, my pretty, handsome husband, how your guns… How your guns of gold do thrill. Oh, my seldom seen amoré, how many...
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