…My mistress, when she walks, treads on the
ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she
belied with false compare.
She walks upon the ground it’s true, but also into my dreams. Ahhh.
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Really, men get so obsessive about this sort of thing. |
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It’s good to have choices. Eat it, don’t eat it. Up to you. |
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I’ve noticed she seems to stay cross for longer, these days. |
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Actually, the Ladies always cook too much food at Christmas, and they end up having to throw at least half of it away. But it doesn’t get wasted – they just feed it to the pigs. |
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The person is political.
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And, just for Another Anonymous:
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See? It’s worth commenting in this blog. You get stuff. |