Gentleman,
I further your wishes:
Now let us desist us while we may
and so, like wise bards of sobriety
Rather at enough our wit devour
And save the rest for 'nother hour.
'Tis been great fun, Turambar and Rimbaud. My compliments and admiration.
*curtsies*
Bethberry
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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