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i escortnicola eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, sexy wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from im escortnicola reeks.
slave love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
im escortnicola when i walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any slave belied with false compare
8/3/2006 2:16 pm
See you are having one of those days. Hope tomorrow is better!|