”Pinch him!” I said.
“As you wish.” she said.
On this morning of the Great Snow,
perchance,
I thought to myself
‘I am getting old’
and so I laughed out loud.
“Ah, at last, I see that you are!”
he then proclaimed,
while our wee Angus
vanished from the picnic.
“I want to come with you to Alderaan,” he said co-conspiring, and hearing that,
Jove laughed!
“O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.”
Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
”Pinch him!” I said.
“As you wish.” she said.
On this morning of the Great Snow,
perchance,
I thought to myself
‘I am getting old’
and so I laughed out loud.
“Ah, at last, I see that you are!”
he then proclaimed,
while our wee Angus
vanished from the picnic.
“I want to come with you to Alderaan,” he said co-conspiring, and hearing that,
Jove laughed!
“O gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.”
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