Thanksgiving Casino

Apr-25th

Me thanksgiving thy lips to kiss

Me thy lips to thanksgiving kiss SONNET 128 oft, when thou, my music, music play’st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap …

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