…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. |