Shakespeare Journal 1
my horse my horse how art thee why abate my kingdom to beseech thy fruits of your
labor , he collied autumn beteems their childing eyes proclaim for art thou i must apace
neeze ere i jump through he loop onto the margent
Copyright © Lexy Pal | Year Posted 2010
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