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May 2016
My dearest flame is now roused out of her dreams, and her radiant eyes, tho cloudy skies they once were, now shine their resplendent streams, brighter than the midday sun in summer. Now is mine love at the ready, yet let all the undefiled maidens therefore keep attending; and tho I keep now all my actions fast and steady, I pray to Thee that I now nor ever, shall to her name offenses bring -and that, my friends, is what love most true truly is!
Jamie L Cantore
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Jamie L Cantore  The Land Of Flowing Hair
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