Carpe A Dime
O mistress mine, can you smell what flower I have sniffed where are you roaming? O stay and hear! Use that beak of yours to sniff with I your true-love's coming That can singe the flowers with his breathe both high and low; Trip no further, get off that acid stop smoking hash and blowing weed pretty sweeting, Journey's end is soberly perused in lovers' meeting-- Every wise mothere doth know. What is love? 'tis not hereafter for the body partes change out in Heaven; Present mirth hath present laughter odeur lime green of flowere steme; What's to come is still uncertain smells in stormy whether you can sniff: In delay there lies no plenteous snorting snuff,-- Then come sniff me, Sweet and twenty, Youth's a smell will not endure. William CharlaX Shakespeare
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