MY MISSUS HAS THROWN ME OVER FOR THAT UGLY HOBBLE SKIRTED CREATURE - SUCH IS LIFE, WHEN ONE GETS OLD AND WRINKLED AND THE SAWDUST LEAKS OUT AT THE JOINTS!
Yes, thou wert brightest throned in regal power, But greatest sinking in Misfortune’s hour. Yes, like the God of Day, thou ‛ganst to peer, And clothe with golden light our hemisphere.
This depression or revagination is produced chiefly through the hypertrophy of the elements on the under side of the leaf or that opposite to the insect.
After my bath I search my armpits and crotch for signs of hair but no luck yet. I’m pubicly challenged.
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