sebastianblog: If I could write the beauty of your eyes and in fresh numbers number all your graces, the age to come would say ‘This poet lies…. But were some child of yours alive that time, you should live twice, in it, and in my rhyme. Shakespearean
tags: Love me some Hairy Holes,
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