Oh! if thou hover'ſt round my walk, / While, under ev'ry well-known tree, / I to thy fancy'd ſhadow talk, / And every tear is full of thee.
I note that in a recent New Scientist some twunt was advocating the use of C02 pressure washers and acidic/caustic cleaning foams instead of the usual disinfectant approach.
It is sad to see how permanently rebellion sets in once you let it start. This is what prevents language acquisition. Argle bargle morble whoosh?
It was a three-masted sailing ship.
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