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Aug 2017
LOL
His wed of fire has burnt his bride!          
         O slacked is deadest the soft good.
          vow!                                                  ­             I, his honey, should extract his.
           pride!
      His tune, cloth, air, and every
      moneyed bough!                                                  
May I not vain the bride or he,                  
       As I can see the future of glee!
Christian
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