In the eyefulness of the firmament, the wooly chariots of the dreamy high, do the words “drop-dead damsel” amplify. In sacred writ I portray my delight: Your beauty rhetoric as orature, needs not the ink of musing to define. Alas!…
In the eyefulness of the firmament, the wooly chariots of the dreamy high, do the words “drop-dead damsel” amplify. In sacred writ I portray my delight: Your beauty rhetoric as orature, needs not the ink of musing to define. Alas!…