I beseech you,
give this lover
no discontent.
My love,
torment me not,
but herein
sanctify
this poor peasant.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
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2 comments:
Ooh, a bard's plea that would soften a lady's resolve. ^_^
That sound's like a good title for this one: "A Bard's Plea."
I wish I had a few alms to give you. But I am presently in need of some myself!
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