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Italeau...Fiamma--my brother wishes likewise that they'd fit. (sonnet #MMMMMMMCDX) Boots.  Suede, Italian, and too small fr'intents, My toes half bruised from jist one two-hour's scale As twere of wearing, and lo, for the sale Which netted me this lux'ry I've naught hence Save yearning for that glor'ous pair which thence Must be returned, prayrs for a pair t'avail Me like these should have, with none in a frail Excuse 'cept made-in-China boots' defense. I only text YOU 'bout the size as t'were, Nor know what YOUR opinion is, if YOU Care two bits whether I've this pair in tour Or that, just that Italian boots anew "Run small."  And um, "I wear size ten." But's poor, Cuz I must foot the bill, with pennies too. 25Sep18b
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
Yes, I've Fallen, Erm, In Love...