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Observe his dame,
That placid flame,
The moon's celestial highness.
There's not a trace,
Upon her face,
Of diffidence or shyness.
She borrows light,
That through the night,
Mankind may all acclaim her.
And truth to tell,
She lights up well,
So I, for one, don't blame her.
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Facile remedium est ubertati; sterilia nullo labore vincuntur.
I think pearls are lovely, especially when you need something to clutch. ~ AzTheta
The Real World Can't Hear You ~ GC Troll
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