Canonical hermaphrodite.
-- John Cleaveland (1613-1658)
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Friday, May 25, 2018
Monday, November 20, 2017
The smell of spring, I will miss you
Whistling winds like organs play'd
Until their voluntaries made
The waken'd earth in odours rise,
To be her morning sacrifice.
-- John Cleaveland (1613-1658)
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