![]() Lady Lavinia’s Lover iiA Poem by Heath Muchenayouth escaped and she naturally shriveled as any muscatel grape under the sun
but still she retained all her sweetness and like a raisin she’d become
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Added on January 19, 2016 Last Updated on January 19, 2016 Author
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