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Outrage Sunday 133 To Sleep

O soft South Terrace of stifling midday, Shutting, like sunnies of magic design, Our glare-gumm’d peepers on the vibrant fray, Semi-shaded, left in listing recline: Golden brown sun! if so it please thee, close During Someone Like You my squinty … Continue reading

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