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What IS Prudery ?
'Tis a Beldam,
Seen with Wit and Beauty seldom.
'Tis a fear that starts at shadows.
'Tis, (no 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows .
'Tis a Virgin hard of Feature,
Old, and void of all good-nature;
Lean and fretful; would seem wise;
Yet plays the fool before she dies.
'Tis an ugly envious Shrew,
That rails at dear Lepell and You.
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Long lines languish, ladles lukewarm lentil, lapsed living, laborers' livelihoods lost, losses, log-jammed, lingering lamentation..... look!!!! luminary loving Lord landward!!!!!
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