Classic poem of the day
Sweet Baby sleep: what ailes my Dear?
What ailes my Darling thus to cry?
Be still, my Childe, and lend thine ear,
To heare me sing thy Lullaby.
My pretty Lambe forbear to weep:
Be still my Dear; sweet Babie sleep.
Thou blessed Soul, what canst thou fear?
What thing, to thee, can mischief do?
Thy GOD, is now thy Father dear;
His holy Spouse, thy Mother too.
Sweet Babie then, forbear to weep;
Be still my Babe; sweet Babie sle......
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May be only my molar that's bipolar Vascillating 'tween thudding pain n' budding sweeties N' Sigourney Weaver never made me a believer 'cept seeing her in panties still think extraterrestials're merely beings in their fantasies N' they may claim all things Biblical are tautilogical but retention calls for repetition of expositories So to be more than a wink writer have to think outside the ropes kinda fighter last thing ever want to be implied is don't bore me please N' esctal......
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