The twoe women that bare vp this pot, are pride, and lust of flesh, that be cleped, in holie writ, ‘the twey daughtren of the water-leche, crying, bring, bring.’
When your head did but ake, I knit my hand-kercher about your browes.
Alektorophobia, like metrophobia (the fear of poetry) or the disorder nomophobia (the fear of being out of cell-phone contact), is completely irrational.
Blues are about as vicious a fish as you'll find on the Atlantic seaboard — they will continue to slash through schools of bait even after they have eaten so much that they're constantly regurgitating shredded baitfish.
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