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"The Food of Love"

by LeBobbe

"If music be the food of love play on" The essence of a failed courtship linger Where the music of the background is louder No hope, no rest, no chance to because its gone. A chance to open a door. A chance to close the other door. Look back and see, Why does the music feels so glee. Because at the last moment of acceptance is the lost you gain from courting. Back up now and think. The music is enticing. Because music is not the food of love, but an accent of your actions. Thy actions are drowned by notes of the disinterested maiden. So feel the glee, and be ready to flee. bitches be crazy, to crash a large party. In the end, it will pass you'll soon find new to court, where the music doesn't drown your actions, but makes melody with you and your future wife.
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May 7, 2021
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Music be the food of love monologue from a Shakespearean play

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#courtship#love#advice#story#humor
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