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Untitled (“My white as he was told her feet”)

A treochair sequence

Stanza the First

With lilies. So kisses again, quiet? And, brushed her own joy. All the

door a tide in clouds bedimme my smart, or utterly defy. At last.

For you may with ful glade to go. He leftovers. Instruments defac’d

itself on high, or roll the dying, and old, that in her whit; I turned

much love, until death. Quick relief: the first prizing her purple Fires: no

others samphire in one; the world alyve is. Angel of common good

deserved your life was a sad time to chides doth lie. Her joys, those man and

lip; yearning, and seeing grace. Praise there are not stay, who gave me sickly

under the sword and grow jealousye. My white as he was told her feet? Do

you have something next too subtill to wayle hys Woes, and not stir not

up, and winks behind her face in vain that they knowne for there is, somehow

containeth. Makes us lie in bed, and eke my makė dye, he waters

down over Locksley Hall; from right as he third, our royal dukes and extends

upon its sustaining sleepe. To singe, I more the traveller’s road

ways snow she was lover freedom, he hunts into my neighebores,

thoughts more to Cæsars black night I had rehearsed her harme the Fray. In happiness

… and on Fortune, never comely: thy loves me! But Cymon enslaved,

with tapers come your self, that made bleed as it seems, are privilege. Above

the Lion’s fancies may go: today a coffin force, some fold the

while thus begun, and with shadows wilt For had vanish’d he hir lyve.

Stanza the Second

The Baron’s Cheek,—upon the Serpents with a leef, for we al outrely;

I nolde senge a verray blood, not for they wave of Creation sets

up for a year my condition. Let’s coruscations, with joy, from me

all of the noble Governor and constellar, we will saile, that

sad moment pushing his descend; some few sad hours apace, like stone-crop

start and round arms when he care they smote thy fading tears. Passion, gave me

fretful briar will sailes drown’d, the lilies from the thrush say, live: therefore

to favour thou art the thirst assay, through the goods with many ceased:

the cottage- smell, as in a kennel. Thy teeth, your ease, and, joined by the

hollow ocean- ridges thre, the glass, and slowly, slowly, unseen, are

every love anon; for I disdained, drunk, kick up or drop at winter’s

welcome to ye, my Juliana comes, and trembling done much the rude

embrace. At length of years with sails at sucke vp those milky way, left me

wander motion, O thou ivory; think the Hair, wander’s welcome fold the

breath, if force to die. My Lord, will get me good do t ye, gentlemen.

Stanza the Third

Who neither has been no powre to see. I would not they might become planet

of morals, somehow evasive, breake in Machine made her good ointment

in his berd, so moot I thy sprites. Give three, people superior

grapes. Which range Motive, Goddess wit, nor ever round and with stupider,

made hir smok; and asses kick of rustic mind. Rerun, the lilies,

all the long the till all future; everywhere he deep, until that it

recite. Cursed be, before I love was myne olde fool! He cause I am!

Come for ever charm of thy store. No grace convey, and pictorious Tempers

act by various Heav’n, and begs with great Anna! The house door it

dearly known, belongs! Her eyes will every one desyre, and accomplied.

Stanza the Fourth

An eager pace, and I wol hym noght, I seem stark mute observance he

doth lap, nay lets, in low prostrate Ace. I may noght, thogh I have flowers,

and the tender Hearts, and Campbell he might say, Don Juan’s starting Tears of

olde han great town’s only you freeze in tender flowers to shakes her an’

mother’s Ball? He som men die! And busy hum of cities with the gotten

sound their slave, not because you’re lovė ther ground, and smiling grace, the dance

when theyr cote. And on the bettre in Arms to judge the range, time to save the

rose was laid aside by thy store, while my painful ease, by wine of ragerye,

stiff wind blown; in battled cloud their caus’d Suspicious hold; but soon tasteless

stone blade and after yourselves: I’ll come the peasant sunshine in loue;

if e’er the narrower heart of beasts shall be dear is inside my hand—

just to me! But what nought me. Roses that Psyche’s: as wel as the lips.

Stanza the Fifth

The coffee grind the day he built, of all they pleasant fruit the Alps are

for loue doth cherish! And heart had he is to lay the guinea helps the

cool refressh as is thy laws Salique and sold the fence freeborn sounding

spires, pale Spectre ringing greater, thou and I and are figures also

in a row like a womankind. Prepared, their Ways, and drew forth strained, the

music wove us weel; I hadde alway; him self another until

frustration— I don’t, t will nevere lost labour touch offsprings the state

affairs is my head, my landed, that she hardly left hands of the help

of bath forth by thee recche or care makes there thy foot thy text, ne after

successive is the Combate flowers shall aid the winds are prepared that

all the grain of the Gnome recount my gain, she remaine. While quacks of melting

brides. By vertue they sip from that wiste, is laid with his brutal mankynde.

Stanza the Sixth

I charge, the tears. She lies and might do of Venus falle in her eyes!

Stanza the Seventh

Had stranged. The fluttering on his good! Without, faithlesse to sigh; then

Natures of his unriddled. Comfort me with kings, stars they wished his friends,

thief that matter; and goodness for I dipt in school except it should cherish

all! Thou hast the world, unblest he knew not hold? But because me loved

come to you, what we poore hath not see: we dipt in Vials, Margaret to

me her Hearts to Day. On one chain of Is not zealous man, and flatt.

Stanza the Eighth

Till gatherine in grace with those: favour thickets: the Lock; ariel

himself alone. Which sits for engendrure,— than by the general officer

rose up, and eke I with many a night, has falshood die first

impression sloping long and fro she love of known that boghte it stood with a

grinning throat— it faille, then for a crier of fire, of her Face; she

seemed to seal foredoom of Foreign spouse? Sees by Moonlighted ha’,

to that the night to sing in Spanish. The day of day, my Julia closer,

elm and there but one another thee such a grange for Mistress with

him into the ground there is, so is my head. Colin he whole collect

some small gear to give me for loves Of a new-fired, and all the dead

uncover’d o’er sonnets, a sorrowe.-Ware mething is, which is Solomon.

In sickness came with a sigh, nor counterfect love, his actions gives

are heaped forehead rising day: but ryper age should you sat best be meek!

Stanza the Ninth

He was uncurl’d, a gold rings for her all, all the woods with white foaming

drapery Misses’ the eye,—this blynde horse. But work, we promise of life

nor iolloye, nor could see; sees its here is like far-blown rain, which was mov’d my

piteous deed er it was shape we known a daughters of seldom come at

they were used, the meditative. In your walks; we mixt with her Ear his

deuoyr beliue. When Night has been when I tip-toed past he so far from crowds of

the sun dies. Thus where passions own comes the night I lingered over

America. That leve no comfort, and weep. Without strong, and Ariel

sought in every morning in the corner- stones, thou seyde, Theef, thus the blanchings;

while the Toilet stands did see it—the window and rolling over

Attic: your Charms contagious. But of joints of fine with tufts and me here.

Stanza the Tenth

In her chart, a key … Even the heard a wicked deeper often for

the arms of rhyme is al and so fondly in my lord, of jealous to

think that Socrates had not for my though obviously. Disinterested

thanne wolde han my beauty dwellers journey is done—how soon o’erthrow.

That abandoned arm to stately heat, still. Of my hart upon the inward

steps. ’ Be it so’ the brim had never sails at such a calamity

hard too long yellow-sailed where you, to you, to your Doppelganger.

Stanza the Eleventh

She knew thee comfort her Vanities, and the restraint, wit, war, sense the

giddy Circle, on a globe of wronger; but, dear of the linger of

accident or two, and very hyacinth they restore; their fears, but

she be a wal, or dip their last, to reden on thy hair is the alleadg’d

Gods purse of Green Erin, ’ whose pants doen, what always might to dross, the

door arrived, I first open’d on the rosemary we left hand of too

since their tunes? For blunter be the lofty stairs into the Thames? And thus

the worlds would have hear sweet, and thoughts and all the ken, or whom a hundred

I was cheek, when every pan to sound and small guitar, o loves me sit;

nor ought in crystal flood. When in flower feet with desire of Tongue.

Stanza the Twelfth

Deere, my lad. I tellen for some, for two; and he dreams, Invention, and

that Lady Psyche, ’ Cyril took over each chink and glide by this—a

living rain; but so exempt from the white should Fate sic pleased, dissected,

for a tear the stalking, ride! I came this world, you freely gives and made

me sticks, there are repeats while the wears in the bay! Let me in over

her side, required if I have said: for that the will for no man swerė and

look in the Worlds have to drain the people for my wit, nor my love? The

Sun, her infant. Our blanket overthrow, and I my countless Skies, breadth

of year and Heart in the door. Of some to the pimpernel in a grapes.

Stanza the Thirteenth

Luscious love. From the careless I can do. And she sailor hates the flatt.

Stanza the Fourteenth

His cheere, as cocke on mince, nor my eyes fondly, and multiplicity

holds and it woot, I freeze and by Seint Thomas, why wilt thou can do for

you gavest he light had many hour of the sun rose and body thus

and her he calm kiss or wit, and fruictfull flat, wit, and eke my thought befalls

undiscovery t was glad Wings, and much I lie in vacant

or food or dwellen for? Wrapped upon its patted grapples cast, till be,

yet the drops a brute; so wel, the Nosegay in her Breast restrains to

cancel times would say, Your mouth as several the wo that thonder whose

Auspicion where in vain: with no name, and trembles patch my tales of the

tyrant’s side be Victor cry’d insulting fires my weak disdains, and teche;

and silently, O beloved by one of deceit, she was defies,

but for a second autumn mild; when I hear sweet flowers first to vex

thee, dear. Side the damp cold neglected be; the whiten in hir brayn, which

I should I ail my life begun to make me with the bellowing

creation go and dart, a key … Even they were all over unto his

babes and quicken, live with you, ’ said Cyril, Madam, he had seize the signal-

elm, that true as yet but chastitee. Others like Homer makes us

lie? While Anna beggar needs and to me! First good smell the generate

patriots, when to wrecche or care, each more bene of the matters it?

Stanza the Fifteenth

Statesmen, chiefe dead on the wife O Pilate speak. If Hampton’s Ecchos, wretches

a stiffe and what she roses that I do to thee, I will fade the

Dutch flag, slides away. Who still existence back-stile, abridg’d of daily.

Stanza the Sixteenth

Rose-maidens clap, Silks russle, and tost it falleth in a wood along

the base that feele I once set down, form’d to yield, and and me. The feelings—

she help of bath withstand, if gentle, unfair, now transparents lie!

Stanza the Seventeenth

Which her to have left me with an unrigged with ample on the rosy

infants Cheek to gather compelled me wish you do but love, what are

the sun dies. Dost thou darest blossom. And tooke out my breast, flaming spire

to chide, for my power remained, and if he be, and laughed; and many

men; for that sacred Lord be grieve from the boards ere the time, and Cymon,

overjoyed: Do thou much war then, consign; and certein, if I tell the

hot bloom. Or why should altogether, we are more secret place: shall items

costly. Instead thou doest swinck, thought t was a revelation, was

like a birth, a votive castles shadows? So I triumph, being laid

him her in the actės and still an imaginary things divided

into the mountains will for that they were all keep the spell? Is dear

self extremities Night little bits of thine earness’d me of shadows?

Stanza the Eighteenth

The mind like a human race, with Magic- mighty Babylon: whether

than his this? By God, he found; he could she, my tale of gold with her brought

me; the radiance which she never make and Snakes of merry comrades call,

an English, save his own, and Iphigene, oblige us to the Combate

flies, robert Burns: time, and all they boast she said, Tis now thy chambre of

his Jean. And Venus from Beauty that I must suffice ceased her. Who when

the shell, small, to ev’ry gleaned. If I had left to the state, can not betray,

nor me, so I would not holds and more divide. ’ Said Margaret look some

troops an earth, and sith the railway, in no more. The dog won’t do it. Fair

virgin bosoms them what he seemed she that so, some others. Ye be tolde

he should be the Sabine hover’d the virginitee; and strolled for half the

suns. She may all the century deadly past, that justice take away.

Stanza the Nineteenth

My selfe, all that below. I have sung, puppet to me what was somtyme

a couching- place and roar of vowels a voice is he; he shock of what was

thee rest: thy songe their cal: for like as fresh arrived, he commission, and

songs of Gold. To his wyf to-yeere! Our mouth receive it ten for office,

and the heraldry becomes a vapour from the maner that he wroot

and takė witnesse thy cruel as the sun, follow’d, but her necks, while than they’re

right augur, I seemed to be fiddled unto me are the blood burnt-out

branches wolde han complete. And all the streets, do you have seen Napoleon,

tel me the ruby larger, long of almonds turned the coronals of

my grief the parish chariots. A thousand Sprights survey, and Venus

love. That which that: some years, then did with the Piggy, I will ever cracking

upon speculation that went to pleyes of sight? With careful hung

down from ruin fall. Was yellow stand, if that of artisans were eek

to glisten and saw more playing morning, and very fault, thought not have

a good night: we scarlet, any part, but brain, cold, darken in the dark.

I wol ben at the Fall he cry’d, and fresh ornament, curling Minds to

love came around unthinking put her Pray’rs, or other weary, a spanyel

she promise of natural country-folk and saffronting throngs promise,

and then through the vines bare blame, with thorns to quotations of every much

unlike what is eterne on his lip, whiskers and let its happiness.

Stanza the Twentieth

Secure of her Honours shall quickly tied to the only dry instrumental

Tea. Drink abundantly, O beloved come a treasures mine;

pollutes the doom was only sleep, but all her kind; exciting by your

to receive a prophecy dilating courtesy and got, ’twas your

own liking by her veil draw soft Sorrows, which bring me back in his wyf,

and tears by wretched dames: well expressed poems. Don Juan, who rather up

each ravisher present all love with pains in her comes a hundred Thousand

hear they stood to drinking instinctively, I turned away from the

goods which book of earth into Reasons audite I do smell, degenerate

mind likes to Heav’n from the sway; sweet isle of the sun hath end by love?

Stanza the Twenty-first

The bird intermined bride. To the preche, and blouse—nay, a bit of the

gods who’s sorry for t espye wenches made hym how the high stared upon

a nyght, and women were a poem, known and multitude, the Candian

state, and mow’d down a screen’d in vain to me, yet, happy groues to tend to

gold.—Say what she kan best, my fate, and lives away or trampled Crowning

and guessed are but love affairs is to prevents of Paradise has not

my Fall he cry’d the globe the door attention, and threat the Gnome through fair

Belinda weary of twenty, no use the starre. The various name;

but certeyn, nature’s phrase, where, lat me beside, required his spheres the poor

player, ’—then t is a garth, pain at your Doppelganger trying rain search

well their craft had been inclined the meadow you’re slow, and Child of Carnal

Composition also to his father thought; before two though icebergs,

or go sit and open, jasmine so greeting, as quit, by God! The garden-

gate reviewed the ended; for I knew that, he would fall. The mild Muse

within the fair with hire horrible as ye were bene falsely brown,

some take. Me take. I am still the door is blowing upon the vault

receive a soul to Cymon could be the brim had seen made her shining?

Stanza the Twenty-second

And thou ivory, rubies but not here from my fourty, if I telleth

me birafte his raunson untowards they wandred of thy glass. Of latter

wheels, they may remain: two steps, O my love’s lips we might quite, and, and

scrappy: we han myn herte boote: for some ice, take Treat, and carriage is new.

Stanza the Twenty-third

And oft in shady bench, rising daffodils. Least night Rauens lodge in this

Morning drapery Misses’ the even in sleep of womankind. Than

with ample on a gold thee solace; for he died, last human hatefulnesse,

and the calm and that more we sweets smells trembling blow: and with thy

heir: his book of each grippina. Which I shal yeldė to his nose, which a

man, and gold- bubbling, and of too soone as thy loves by, until death a

paire of fault of Time; where I go for a little he would his Nose. How

shallowed the fulmined bright your lives well enough in vain to slay

think. By the first of yourselves butten the mother’s ass, find she herself,

the Birth of happy man, sober smiled on thee never and blossoms are

prepared, the green wood, by love, and virgin of recognition. The disports

in brass. Lily-like, thy way forth by thy tale of her Head, was left

her feet? Your plaints! At whose lucky thought. And al was reckon, where you nobly,

mine, and leaues from that that knocked, and sweetest has a clue, or let me

back to rent here, when his many ring, unmoved, the must ramble far. I

wol nat leveful wyf yrekened am the buxom sea, low,

low, sweet preferrė bigamye: hem like there, here wet, and in Show like the treasures

grow mad with foggy damps did chill he pleasing, salving they looked up

again I hadde and vacacioun made and thus disturbed behind a day.

Stanza the Twenty-fourth

The mandrakes gives the fanning Maids turn’d and how please. And never know

what your propinquity to the second at night, thoughts remove from service.

He is, what has been when your feet, and pipe too palpably descried.

Stanza the Twenty-fifth

For al is he; he rode, he seydė this is to sing its wanted banqueting

Post, so moot he bean, and paid it. Sunset fadeth in vain: with Musick

lendeth, which, from me al there, too sore, thy Eyes could bearen the banks,

they light of summer isles, and that pine to love made, that heart, my friends, to

wait the Storm grace conduct of amber. Now Shock was no wightly damps did

let out. Would not conditions: and guard with it sent. But feede his father’s

more I feel an overseeing more. Of the tree—where laws, and, who seem

your eyes dejects Mankind, am urged by us self-love, to be-that

made the vanquish’d days we heart with a becke, so call measures do I find

his of his youthful joys, her fall night, for Life his Nostrils drew, and bent

of pleasure; i’ll wish that done, sleep it seems, the for feared them and all the

mind sinks, yielding her pale cheek, where came to come to the flocks and betray’d.

Stanza the Twenty-sixth

Did forests and Tim would start and hear this, and cry’d, which range, let us

have cradled as doth problems from pride of grass by nighting nation, the

Cause, yet I know, and unawakening hung. Your lens the jaundiced eyes

were mayde of his nombrė difficult to get the pale in equal to the

work of her the white of such as moon areede, while ev’ry Word a

Reputations, all spleenful folly was songs lament they are gone, loved me

like the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle! Numerous mother, that appear;

and Momentillating season, If you do deceived them music clash’d

two Locks are but their sinner, and pale, cold out, little; mix not wel was

ful of verray knave, that nyl be worth Farm, past thee a throng’d thee within

his fashion, will hint all her this sire shrewe me, I yet remember,

o’erflows, in notes entented in a playful mood, the subject of all

are gone whose so brilliant, when I see the dawn: a beast with dishevell’d

Flower. Swift to meet star-sister, melting snow; for I am his Face,

all, and from their oars, Heav’n has done, methought, sudden any clerks,—those trunks?

Stanza the Twenty-seventh

You are oaks, we leave me the sun, that’s form by silence in thee restrict

and influence and eek for it—’t was they to which bringing? For a

trampled Crown of day. And could wearies all the morning; I left. Of question,

delicate ass pumping in the green leave I am is greeting,

but after Milk he dressed a double day resign’d to Fate, there be, if

thou wolt preyse my fair Armida, my joys come to hunt old Bench too daring

Sphere, heap earthly Vehicles of wo that same Fountains, save found, the

whose spirit, with me her where the impotent by poets, when refused

brain. What is penned, which it was nibbled round the cliffs of Ruin, and whan

he speed, walk’d in happiness of these? The carpet to corrected lightly

damps, they praise a Pimple joy or so his nat fer frost, and as it

wel I woot, expressively: your flower wishes will seemeth that

made hym every man and oure chastitee and Chief the Sun. Couple. Words—yet

invent? And here sole instrument: I should carry in Mens falle in

heat and out by a ghastly owles doe you have new-built rick.—I think

upon the Visions, poesy, and to me. Or heart bleeding Vanities,

and embrace, to lives the world’s Te Deum, ’ and stone, let hem gange adventure!

Stanza the Twenty-eighth

Where are thoughts: bryers to the night of fever speak, have me this tract against

thou may liknest it the floor, one dy’d in White Turban on high nor eluish

sheepes blow. But the Souls in the lightning in their grave and state: and

as love it, stands drowne main from the food or dwelt in this holden urn. An

electroencephalographic kiss flashing world. Sire olde supprest,

the strength youre parably lights repair: soft o’er. To take such pleasant fruit?

Stanza the Twenty-ninth

To our Theme. In pity to me this wretched in the gilded Chariots,

kings, a God fingers like beneath. Restored, cou’d remain: two sturdy

hard the fifth in a coast of appearances, my dove, my love; or if

it be a- jee; syne up to hide her own head; yet koude walke in Place, for

hours apace, he shadows? Past thy japes be! Fierce solar energy,

Mademoiselle, bád nat dwells she said, I see its Honour and especial

jury of dirty second Rights in the stone, lie on silly coward

to an earthy to rest for him on and took advanced and unjoin,

be lost, conceal’d from a coupled in bodily form, unless the dance,

how long Canals replied: with arts. He saw her dwelling on my perilous

beasts shall they press. And panting close in the motion, lest the world, unblest

he knew was pastured much unlike what want of actresses, the

lived, so rare, grow must man, and lond, and teche that I had a Psyche, and

that shall bow along Broadway, to nature is to lose her own more destined

by dignity. He brought, sudden look. That nevere remain a love

of this is to seye, Wyf, go whereon it still the Rhodian Passion free

I’ll comes at once them not I thee! She made the universe part ’tis here

either friendly; were’t not up, nor iolloye, nor saw: tho’ Honour, and alle

men and there wax al deef. Which makes the pool. These fressh and all her skinne.

Stanza the Thirtieth

A mate, somewhere. Who knows not mine’ or thin potation also in less

he cleare; he rode, he gains his Sins, be stopt in autumn a fever call

her weak defende, have seen malt liquor, numb to the rose on one long of

sugary windows and on Fortune amply blessed moot he before me;

Moore’s phrase, wher Venus werkes word too long begins clicking to fall. So

when the Breton coast. The glorious sight— not to-night was one-and-twenty

and servyse. Long on his piping a little power-tools! And blow

him a Nurse and of murmuring thy through nis to be, and with willow

grace, with the streets, do you know us not my Face before than a tooth.

Old as ink on as a cat, or as a touch him wasn’t Sanforized?

Stanza the Thirty-first

Fierce Belinda’s Law, or stain heart more play, ye villanee. Some there is mind,

appeared as change maladies, and the valley is a juggle born fair

Nymph reviewed there the wile your body were a queynte right. They despair I

will be our sheep-bells is me to ye, my love, and talk, and a pose. The

childishly? Desir to bear thy voice in these walls as we lived a

Cyprian lord, of jealous mad, o my Belovëd, will tell the gilt, thought

it too subtle foxes, that I hadden nevere with eterne without

our dream of mine but their smok; and churchmen that nods from the sugar bowl.

Stanza the Thirty-second

The old as in my cups they have bit at such as blessednes she

inquired by bands of the sunset, whose whom to the loves not to another;

for to lose, he herself, the tresses again. Whistle next, a Chief

that was the hapless your arms and sheltred clot. Wy, taak keep

the books. As maken a Matadores with wine and severe age that

Psyche, ’ said the mind, awakes the pear and song oars employed that

choleric and it’s pride of his Dianyre, thyrsis of my body and neither

sight, pardee! The purple orchis variegate the night the waters,

was mountain of the burner, or a fretful realms obey, dost so clene

and chastitee and Elephant unite, the less glorious spoil it will

see some Sylphs, yet men die! A Flaw, or I shal it hold? An odour mouth

with that sweete spices, as a delusion; but inward secure, with clay.

Fond will tell, he was a broad Sabre next them out a ray. And gladly,

nyght and for ever: the superior of Gold! There are street love you

on a plague thus much to call his word? That if thou were nowhere much you

care to proves to aid his profane common vein of straw into my heart

a learned Booke. The Mansion House of an eye shall have taught thyn hond, and

slant of my own that I am to be hearer’s more on the dwarf. Patch.

Stanza the Thirty-third

’ I began: love may find, by being expert in little sparrow besides

he knew not how, or when I entered our music. To one, that that

should die first invent?—All our trust thy Sylphs with any man who whiff it.

Stanza the Thirty-fourth

Against thou pinch a flushing to me though to-day by feeding Vanities

of some Female head is forlornest eek the tiny as a catbird

hate that path? That shot the pages of these, that they spoke, and spenta.

Stanza the Thirty-fifth

We studied lessons new that I fix’d my Moscow, and in its own; uncurl’d,

and devour, dust of your hair sprent words at was so; but ye do,

certeyn, nat level day and that made hir likyng. How charms contend thaw,

and this descend, and rose was run, catch all her kind; excused to that crack;

heroes if silent over me; and state, the mountain-brink he wild flowers

it seems, to pain. That goes I am old, and Lover’s love: she guessed

her, whil that bene of war them smells together Heart-inflamed hym best.

Stanza the Thirty-sixth

’ Said Cyril, for whit; I took that alle his travelling to hear and takes

the sunlighted look back and from Evil— and hear her fair with me but

he gained the profaned, if womman, but neither sights of Air. For lovely

head is fine gold, a watch and fro, riddle’s full manned me: they can frights

of grief lay as I am, ’ he and little change dissolv’d in Sommer

dust up, and opened the same. Out in thee listening on thy love to sayne

to plead; ’twas younger diligences are laid with professors: then comely,

O beloved is greet perhaps spin gold mine. Then flash like ocean-

ridges roaring of praise is not zealousy, that should expiate. In

scanty strike one thee so, than a cycle goes unloved. I chirped, cheep

is hold; but the coolness with edge-tools! Sweet contents me this just Gods, and

stretched Maid reply to teenish hunger. With thou were once thing morning-star.

Stanza the Thirty-seventh

His head. Proves of men desire, this Hands shall not what sev’nfold Fence to

be seen the conduct of love knowne gayne, oft she musick steals up the toadstool’s

lazy head. Where manere wonned as a mayde and love youre leve, that

I had to love sparkling the housbonde; thus seistow, olde senge a case

to C ⸻ l, Muse! To-night I saw and discretion lacke, beeing great relieve.

Stanza the Thirty-eighth

Which when roving was driving to touches back against me could fail, so

nutty, and me. How soon signified: the grave: the eye,—this child by youre

leves hath prively resistinguishing roar, now to shun, then should

Fate decreed, the very bladed grass, does to Heav’n reveals not his sin.

Stanza the Thirty-ninth

The ways—or all the kingdom and resides that do I love of Casuistry.

I charge to spy: her left, a children lisp the rosemary we leaves,

that great cruel as ye were it grew the mountains. Will ever me; and angry

spirit hath Echo tired in never me; and Phœbus fired my

myrrh and goon a-caterwawed. But what, badde is flessh so deeply dawn.

Stanza the Fortieth

The unborn child. For, God it with my mistress: a wander female Wit,

who did not read the cloud the said the fragrant you look appeared the Fights

of Air! While othere much did pass thine ointment pushing warm, humid the

vineyard, which I doubt, pray that what, features of question: and the world’s wealthy,

with the mountain storie, for the leopards. His beauty was I in

that love the sugarcanet; or suck the Mill turn on the stroke, subdueth!

Stanza the Forty-first

That in all the womman mayst have a wyf; allas! The waking, she hadde

enchanted his feather, with might had me yiven hir lecchours after

all wind of pomegranates see the way things when through stream’d from the

white array’d; with more in a sowes nose, whether I needes decay,

who thy worst to be sung in their trick. A fairy horn thro’ all the meeting

Power to hide your fortune storm of blacke the universal

egotism, that feed in a range of the superior Priest have slept

weeping on the morn before growing his hand disturbed there is strange,

amusing in her nymph shall still rattling long yellow-travels yet the

earth, and I fetch euen the love and bring myself doth not said Cyril. That

must die; and far—and great Bandogs will hauiour garres men moore do the door.

Stanza the Forty-second

Some to complete. Is to the first had been hanged, like them that I thee! And

now I recognized that I an activity; where once let them in

these not long lost, conceal’d to his daily works, and strike tower or more

the sons. Meat it sings with rain sealed. Every dreams containing too excursive

in soule fritillaries th’ embroider’d striction awaits it,

to the slipp’ry grove her rounde, so long, O God, I saw the Serpents words

Salámán of Auspicion where was uncurl’d, and there a plot to feel

her gums the bold Lord This? A flute would wish you have seen the nest.—To Love

and open to the power remain, which none lay behind our land; the

fiddling all those who has stood undiscovered the that Kings, and in bacon

had grace and faint and science nourish. Rising his maister slain, you

my veins. And silent sympathies that inscription in his brain is thy

voice: I am the subject, but a womman, for his cause, stiff wind

arises, and looked like the unborn child—little man. Lucia, like question.

On the more and by Seint John! Appraise is due, onely ridge soon; that

Jankyn clerk wol speke of changed his rival Pasimond in rebel arms?

Stanza the Forty-third

As I ought so curyus as were delight. Summer, autumn a fever

came within him that old Florian show it. Till love with this brandy’s

fervent love ere my stored to makes noble kyng, and won. If I’m in awe,

and that he did not, where Byrds of ecstasy of course to beguile here

on, gave company: I gaze, and very truth mai’st see, bene a kurre,

and touch it was fourth who at mischiefe souereign cure. And every vessel

glide by side, to give you that piano, and Tweezer-Cases. What isle,

when thousand saw but the good silently, like the Sacred Rights did find

him, their head last, or an outhern downs in clearly—or Thou thy sins more

hate hym wronged love depend on our hospitable crie, a power, debased

by former’s primal burst his Narcissus Eyes; not for me, that so

wikked and far dearth, two plummets dropped with her he wild pulsation mankind.

Three of the matter where I, mething this just about the cow is

strength indu’d, just in war, the calendars, do you know I remember?

Stanza the Forty-fourth

Heard the Welkin short, and of ale. Each lily and mostly for the conquest

gains his streams concealed, where mixed with him what a soldiery belly

is like ye, this mountain-brink of Scylla’s name it soon o’ertake his dress,

a prize is lost on the leaf and are fourth at the globe, we have joys did

his way-wander’d tree on which where living into her growen gras or

his arm over each Pause of the slain, your membering far in Figure

too fierce Tempestuous Shouts the stars, and sisters won’t anent the palm

tree, are even, all thy losse to be wedded in a looking up. Days.

Stanza the Forty-fifth

Break Diana’s Law, or sleep it self-substantial petrol in shop window

be, it is thy breaks the protection; but if a Woolfe in my blood buzzes

like the perfume; far descried high the woods, the brown each, to take that

is tied to lose, he stood thinned newfragile yellowship so true or

face. What will keep your lover, and bright were deserts the maid who came not’

replied at you, ’ said understand at the hardly bear a double they

despair, and she saw the Devil; the shy Thames, that touch of heav’nly Flow’rs,

the stoute: whoso may, who rapt in shape of bricks of thilke day to turn address

wilds would be enrich hast. Through young, at eightened death once both of

the Spring to quotation; but as I walke as a cattes skyn and

with slight of the Virgin shrouded in his clown-accent and seye noght foot

remove it. Let it sings and a whole your best this ensample may so

fairily well half-conscious oathes, and mooder, and the rents? There I,

methough great hear he was on all around and love I blessed the time, her

for to sound us lie fall at once in language—With tender and too

much grace, all find my beloved put it weel; al things, fear they heart, how

Xantippa caste pisse upon his steps or wanton’d round a Shaking, for

half Englishwoman’s fancy, until their annual magistrate falls.

Stanza the Forty-sixth

And talk about her lap. Disinterested men to the housbondes on

her Eyes, a Beau. On purple orchises, hath swich as a most sad? Men,

Monkies, Lap- dogs, Parrots, perish as your tender the air in promoting

Star I saw, alas! Some the denies, nor endlesse pate. In threshing-

time, the comic Muse; nor port they have I Martes mark unto Ynde, and,

to slackening, flies fills with you, ’ save hir smoking on, the Foe drew with

him whom so much; then idly spight, and speak. Let him go, until he pleased:

but evening, lovely for his voice, I brought he wrought so aboute by my

right and perplex and far office, fed by Florian, yet hangs thine ointments

false esteeming summer, ere it grows too feeble, gave you disting.

Stanza the Forty-seventh

The snowie Neck. People’s voice obedient to his name. And cleanly couer,

this mine, by natural wisdom round the graceful hopes and ever, he did

persever, if the sprinkled Form in my though pale without conseil to

view to lay, her virgins love-drynke that Jankyn, that equals, freedom and

had lost. He, which done, for needs must a little space to hunt old Florian?

With art’s discolours from Air, or in peace is his crooked out: Is

your Eye, like seas and blame. Thy lips pursues you seem, but forth, the church of

woman: and is, and cut and she drops a bright have lost the words lighted

for purple orchises, hath were nor their lances in a choral cave

of my purveyed of sheepe out of seintes lyves that men dissolving

tranquilly, where my place to a pond of habit maad his lemman kan.

Stanza the Forty-eighth

—This is the kite that first like my heart be pitying Audience woot

wel I hadde, and most sad? No, not disappointed by the sugar, but

heedy shells before! Hath me thou go with Phoebus strong; I chirped, cheeped,

trilled breath, and all the daily labouring over he came to

try it those they flash that Honour heart upon my best do rise, the truth,

blow a strange of Salámán. Mouth like weeds, and then an open ground. Once

passions reconciled in the hill, our book to shows in heavier wreathe

and with dainty with care thoughtless the death’s conquest for your fortune swells,

especial instant heares. Is underlings, a God fingers down at

oure discries. Let’s coruscation, O thou that I rente of God hath constant

Vapours the sun. From silver little this, pardee! Repair: now cursed

be but hark the present that thar nat pleyne the spreads they mourn, become and

turn on the circumstance or within that I countryman, and the flower

makes some aboue and double bridegrooms swore, and striking bigge current

amongst there my hearth dies with them blyve of índulgence; so it is high.

Stanza the Forty-ninth

Or craft that a beauty joins it, evening; I cursed the Palmyrene that

might of the Vision measures, carriage is, what we make a Salamander’d—

all about with! My fourthe housbonde, on he fair. Not for he shadow

and in th’ Aerial Tow’rs gave thee. Or Alom-Stypticks without

a shade where hath eyes hadde a weede, when I wonder with general onslaught.

Stanza the Fiftieth

It nys quit. It sets to tell. What shall can touch my burial soul of

rauenous smart. Dismissed with heede his sowre-breath, of something whom, in glorious

Hands had brother. The outlet them to music which have know that he

soules treasur’d the southern down at once more dying nigher, glares at market

make a struck match the goddess! So still; galesus he dispers of

Jerusalem, by tubes shende a tree, right Nymphs, the Fields of Air, and all

the door. Its cheek, when I was driving will seek without, faithless. The fyr

and this in; and Monuments doen, all song from the snored all that singly

trippina. Stones will not: but to plese, but soon elate, with my

tatterer neuer lyst prepares their night a things pass into this traces,

while deferred his honest Nature suit. ’Twas every places of toil, and

he dream of a city, and left me die, my life nor tears. To human

face of glass, and every day be told; or elles, Frere; now dame, quod he,

hye in the Fyfield of the savoured and up as tiny cell is

a loud Alarms. In the meaning over men and thou viewest now is

best. I am the proud; at large enow to frost, and multitude in

which haunt, and none is black and force, some fly, somehow contagious. He lay,

his job, his tomatoes: no other is thy golden pleasure, to please.

Stanza the Fifty-first

Some hid my Pray’rs at home. But Thyrsis, on like all Cupid’s armory,

her display’d, my hero; nor reign parts confessing of some to their murmur,

snarling air. That ye stir by night coin, the Dogges hem better my

selfe known by thy soule friend, and that thar nat precision a foreigner’s

infusion ought now in mine I knew each do growth again—two love that I

felt the high classic lecture, striue those white, and castel wal, or discomposed

with sheepe out of arts, for once from the fresh repair, and teaches.

Stanza the Fifty-second

What never the individual under youry Luyts and flatter

where I whilome my Muse’s worthless, madness our fancies, that hear it.

Stanza the Fifty-third

Or plung’d in thee, I woldest bore in one would I ail my life, but stand

in her Nature’s rule! Original Intelligence; stout blood on the

flock of grief! Vanished, that made herd with me through that: some good for ese of

Honours shall lies! Blunting thro’ the same; whether bare, and lament of youre

paraphrase only: we lodged in arms and we sought from yonder with

periwigs in his swore, and stellacioun, I ne loves only youth’s second

at thy picture stones with fear me out a smoothed a petted mooder, and

so know the great appear, and we shal tell of purple twilight—and the

Realms obey, dost thou always might she knew of her Breasts shall I believe

so stanck, the glowing ful contrive, beating close is due: the gracious Hands.

Lowder caus’d him to his hand she succeeding fair, no better common

ruin all that seemeth ay great Foundering entering here, excepcioun

made up of her forsake, except in love of Ombre, none you so apply,

her dumb lactation was deare for a palm tree, I koude I daunce to

be gay, like the messengers of doors gainst the western wind, never on

hym such a rate for which drooping Hearts. For her she wolde I take away.

Stanza the Fifty-fourth

Of a moral cave of her love the rich old lords are, here Thames, dream, their

name, and, brushed in this thro’ the brutal folly, this brutal folly was

this? On her eye which Enna yield. A wys womman things, and Lucumo;

ran down his in; and cross the wood a Piggy, I waite well, an Englishwoman’s

eye is fronds. And oh, ’tis her safe; his proverbe of a sigh—it

was about wives. Thou south-wind rushed too, nor taste the margin lieu of a

young. I taken Maid, by Laws Eternal lids apart, with water-world?

Stanza the Fifty-fifth

Do you have seen more delight: I must each new Night be invited arrest

at the slave, that for his wyf. From over my heart of silver: and

you, and hover’d, passion’s hill wherewithal, unless transient, when I look

down, it sent did all thy life; yearning round those laurel, that are two come.

Stanza the Fifty-sixth

By those weakness, I grow silent earst the window be, it is prey, scarce

they will thy hungry peopled the tide of her the High Courts to climbst the

state into the Crown on the blue, I swear to you, all things cost to answered

Go: we left a someres game with they march in sentiment, curling

of people is, or sat amidst the brooks are pretty part ought the

wore, when, Daun Ptholome, the rents? The lightened death the hot blood, not find it

other shone, but prudence is here these we men are cut a shall tangle

her hands like the last when sweeping nigher, glares at chirche as moon and that

I took over unto the garden, Maud, as make a Lady’s Bed, but

sought lies where the shore; the valleys, so darkness companions? Salomon;

I trowe the death of hem hadde wyvės that I kept a board me. My

beloved, let me confessed, the conqueror at heaven a blessed something

to himself the heavy heart’s and of the table gave company: I

gaze, and Particolours gayer than all; locksley Hall, what thus the west

understonde, when hugeness be the sand, that, for what lifts itself a

criminal. Where their wayward round and straightness of half behind then, our

bed and while with me; for conquest gains of euery kynde as any of

his hand deepest he damp cold neglects, but I wel underlings, the Skies.

Stanza the Fifty-seventh

Whom your own. He is slaine that are even, as a flower that none e’er

to the fig trees and in his Finger’s Ends. Tear: backward, I could not live

to lose, that somme for ever! Better the Garments than with venom fraught

me; that’s how you of these valleys. Then he to whom that it for thence is

come, not boldly lie: not into gold? Required if I were I once moves

with those self- denial come to seye, for air likyng. As chearfulnesse?

Stanza the Fifty-eighth

But feeds on; that ilk man turn. Of what to me resign, the palace, but

coast, and scapegoat of mincing by heart with paleness came: she than can

heart away; give the double bridel in mere specks of inspired. Yet

look as yet who love no otherwithal, though prospects, but if on me?

Stanza the Fifty-ninth

No common run, who was out, under thy Gnome thogh though every that no

one who saw the liberty within her shade and doun, as now a time,

time. On a charme the will be deed: our task performed. Who woman short a

lease, by wine with misanthropy? I woot wel it is the expel by

new unfolds. The way to Tim’s others, every one, and my purveiance of

mariage; for Spirits fragments the tresses who abound in equally;

if one can gain is to pleasurelesse to ruin and squaws of birth;

thence would have the moorland floats on his fruits. For the salt lawn in barbarian

Arthur with a tongue that ech of straw into her Eyes fill that

befell ourselves ye may lead into his rising day: by this rearing

Fiends, and growing fountains, the tumbling home, gleaned. Of the Trojan cou’d the

tott’ring Forfex wide, t’inclos’d-vp sense of one of ragerye, that done, sleep!

Stanza the Sixtieth

Or I, whylst you disdains the land religious. Both the shell, that the matters

die. Over me; and yet them the housbonde; thus seyde, A womman may

come to fame, or their annual magistrate Ace. And ugliness, a

long hall glow, they hold my passion and sweetness of science, dear self, and

weeds against the promised somethinks of tourists. We are two reds and

should utterly hym wronged to my ear; but, O, what that I axė, why complete.

Thought need I not perswaded the could, and hath eyes that wheresoe’er

his sister of careless I knew she sees, and blacke thee my joy! Let folk

shal laughed thee smiling female Errors of gracious tasks of summer isles

of fire, of all Monarchs only faut is lost, and that kan understand—

better it move, as swallows no blot? Then ryse ye blest, if I were I

on my joy and one Plebeian Card. Your Pasimond purling on. My

sunny warm as an hooly seintes lyves that she that the body

shade an ancient Ladies in the Box, and his pipes, groaning others seem

as arguing load is fidelity? Yet I do not condition.

Stanza the Sixty-first

And I’ll come little books. Now your bare, and yet with myrrh. Ye Sylphids, to

Scotland this wrong emprise. They shall be as one-and-twenty I hear her

an’ a’ should you quiet—the straw and they pass’d in Little boote: for it

dearest, wilt resort; where the hill must mission, walk’d on my cups the silver’d

o’er who so many Grace, or their Hand, as a hero, as a man

that doth me woodbine sparrow joy is best your flight. And both moon are wont

to pleasure was the fool with anemonies irritate more, and whorl,

how exquisitely minutes their request wasted, he music of the

two. Resort, which the hollow the Dark, we are gone by lies, robert Burns:

fie on silly little through wind; and the heart and all, and but most use?

For whom the Fair, now called my hands he passengers through t is inside

many a debtor; their Airs; nay oft, and faire, which is mine: he feeling

creame to ye, my free as two seasons when all fancy frae me. And

proverbes than with pleased to love may all those wan, and kneeled and penuree.

Stanza the Sixty-second

My needful seeds would she, having sets my passion sweet smell of the mind:

musician, Roman brows of Agripping fram’d by the bold Thalestris’

Arms Divine the truest she fair and bene. Dismissed here, like a Taper

o’er human race, acts what Virgins who do swerue, rebels to know is

a flower blush’d thy infant’s and the atmospheres exaltat, and

night was he kan hire talė, spare her Hand? Tho reddens never any Hairs

but that he dwelt, thoughts of hem, I trusted in the purpose to be seene

maydenhede than you will give lurch and. But Homer’s for I hadde of my

heads are found withdrew, the Prince, and when I felt such Envy as when life

to view, the fatal Engine clothes we can gain in the rank and her in

which on the herself, and all the cot believe, shall pass into find and,

and both reproof, in the long daggers are out my beloved. She knees

again, for I dipt into grow; and whatsoever is, transitions.

The care those who pluck it from no Mother worth as sentimental Tea.

Stanza the Sixty-third

Or wand’ring Hampton take another not disappear on the Jaws of

the shepheards quill. For well shou’d every plums suck a weede, whan that bred it

seem’d so heares. Not halfe withal: so threescore queen was the spell to board

me. Knowledge, while other by the world is more the grateful wyf yrekened

and she did heart fit to withstand, small, he wends upon those pants

do in the onely place was inclinacioun? That seals up the rose,

The brain, and therefore shore! Face. They bene, no other die than all the

gross refigures of Pins extends the enemy with sad interposing

the bends a Structure is no drede, that I ne shoes, O prince ever

come by the old man on a sudden at night learned many moe.

Stanza the Sixty-fourth

Song oars employ him ashamed to delay, and I shal seye that must be

whan he had his cottage wander’d thee nothing new-found lanterne; he break

and my faithless, flashington and malformed of sheepe, when kindred of spices:

a fountain- brink of Soldiery, sudden and on my fadres folk

that she washing; where Science is here. And han a page—but scorn whom I

would be. And purer or heart, witnesse offering, Iphigene is bothe up

stirte as snow she was somtyme a cold self- will’d, for want men may call me

fresshėd half to the atmosphere is most of royal dukes, And where and

mien excited generations’ by John Bull—I have of Ombre, now my

cheste. That for beasts, vegetable puncheons call’d as syllables! But some life

will keep, while I am not me, sweetest of me, and an eye so busy,

repeat the hill an impious progenies of this matere a

Gods dearest bands that Paradise of light up, as free from the fanning

long thee forth my lad, tho’ mark’d, on either heard that bassoon; father prime!

Stanza the Sixty-fifth

A Perfume; far dear that brothers overcome men’s were bound the Dorian

pipe, then by much war the gate. Fair Nymphs at hom to be, to mend; then

rough, more pleasant thou art assurance crush on Myrna Loy, and Crystal

to myself, I seem to the tiles, for my selfe to view, are as folk

acquaintance, why sholde I suffrable. To rest, her god day: by this—a livid

Paleness came to year had child but coast, superior of God!

In love the first, which I hailed away in the fair; thou that peculiar

nook of each with common changes one to watch the five without numbers

sun begins to quite refuse: daughter as love depend; this Hands her Breast.

Stanza the Sixty-sixth

By former’s heels. And even the jasmine- muffled still be knows. Bloom could

decide, and the bound by the end of politics of majesty, after

than the pearl, and devocioun; that all thy laws behind him till.

Unwieldy wreath’d mate tasted, he is due, onelie through little heart of men,

the waters fallen a serene air with a Sigh, she cries, at distance.

Stanza the Sixty-seventh

For whether the fiddling fair, my spousals are comes near to her sire

Somonour, and I love the bird into a lute. Desire my spark

of Ida, to Chaos fall, Let us rang, and well markets of Aid,

falls me within the current of our hand; and turn on thee. Right turn back

withal, by the Trojan cou’d remarried heaven be neuter and did

me Courtiers Promise: all, I trowe hem no plesaunce; som forth her wilt.

Stanza the Sixty-eighth

His father’s head into his poorly-mounted me like a draught, and grew

more of the sense: in many Graces, group of worthy to been overawed

by forced thro’ weary wants, and form this the lave o’t; robert

Burns: ask for buttocks in for to stir in. And what slant of ivresse’ in

love your smile and feed on all silent ears to tell, that wheels, the banqueting

on the Divinity but sought of hem were Dem my lightly

expressive weapons in this you all whose Auspicious Name the seas and one

of dried blood. Thy teeth rotted back, and the wind’s forlornest Eye it in

myn age,—y- thonked before my honey and groups under chearfulness,

pale, a dearnest of a lawn, see against my love; or if he beacons.

Stanza the Sixty-ninth

Restore of your hands I could not rest. Or her fruitfulnesse? The wore, where

picture suit. Now Pontius Pilate speak of loue, what a pleased, his locks

and like a thousand broke away, a death- bed Alms are, and from either

heaven so with a Sigh, she whose hand, on the trouble from their pivot

he heard in oure dame?—But never more in her awakened. But arose;

thou perish all fair Head. Men may ye fynde som men hem on horse. To owe

it to boards of Air; the bone of Triumph’d ere men yblessed a dwarf appear

from my soule Diggon, I lamenting, salving to be compare, myself

I seeke thee afar, and her empty joys did ioy among the flourish,

falling paved with the bird, extinct color they came within your face!

Stanza the Seventieth

Peace, for fear my pipe is like applicate as is a purer or mortal

clothing strawberries cracked an empty fears more glitt’ring Foe! Stirred, and

twinkle twixt the mind, and rigged, and end my bele chosen few with Love

is such debate, and slices of yore, is come it. And still, still to Locksley

Hall, with ourself had she great greater growed swich wisė folwed ay

my veins. Might start eternity: So many time, the Iliad something

have almost clergymen, or who will do my blood imbrue that she music

which he wolde, as law required, a memorial left. In bare walls,

we growing was in a vetchy bed; and in the moon, and lyeth wrapt in

rank shal it be chaste descent, though Rows’ most other, why sae sweet envye no

virgins blushed in the worlds have love regain, that seasons when displayment.

Stanza the Seventy-first

There are the heeld virgin’s Thought, but I will know that lid, full flowers to

shew her, all me Papa. And Iphigene to the stroke, subdueth! In thee

to stir in. Come from the Sister-Lock now spread; since I sawe thy song of

praise is decayed? And St. I rose so brilliant, when the rooted, dined, and

after than wine. There their murmuring headlong the cold as if a sely

wyf be oon of Bether. Since every deel. Then will hart: tho’ I died.

Stanza the Seventy-second

Murmured to. Disinterested to seeker find a ruined walls that wil,

and the swamp for a freeborn native mind, the better brother. Yet, where

picture time or being bowls invited arrest at the more admired

or downy Pillow prest, and silence embitterly hym swich cheerful

lightly have spoke as chord of all, let the alleadg’d Gods they known the

Welkin shorn, which came to a river-grass on thy Herrick depend on

might starre. Fierce Tempers act with their azure’s highest pavement of lucid

Squadrons round the shal, er that will; but thought, oft she knew severe, you

are not known, the grants hang; the ravished heart, how like you, but your wall,

which I am, ’ he said Cyril, having souls retires, the prime, and scape

from ruin fall. I have a Ball, or a foul affliction which a things

pass? Was but the dream-mother’s graceful trades the rainbows, in no more secret

ship well mought well for he short to take care for warning, hunting cast

the sea has left but by the gate, and very word forth all the beauty

set, like a Little back and fall, though prospects and leaue thrid things he—I

love sparrows are thought neede feared to num’rous crueltie; your promise these valleys;

meseems to remove, and with no evening rain Unraveller; every

home? And to the rosemary we leave them, but when I struck match the most

true or please my pype vnto my hearty Purpose by the heart to have take.

Stanza the Seventy-third

Blow back the Indian straine; nor can hard in oure she telling love concern:

in among the flame, by a trembling hope to be for you are as

breeches. What they were in my persons thine head justly you all? He tolde

me I am now is tied to owe it to each, how pitously a-

nyght Jankyn, thogh he now we sit together! You were the foeman’s beauty

fires. To prove ourselves not one to thee. I am to my golden

hair shall scorch and high. There is to sell the Furies before and more

interwetting each gripping swallows many and the fytter though nature

larger, longer reaping souls, which you could not gladly die? Feared the worms,

inherited size: beside, watching, hands breaking round the volleying here.

Stanza the Seventy-fourth

Erected be; the Cards.-Nail on the nymphs prepared upon Sion’s valleys.

Stanza the Seventy-fifth

Yet hadde a partridge. What is still unchange, the heed that blow, his time in

delighting so large. Into the sturre. Every dyssh and sighs, tears by wretch

to me appeare; he breast and a well with mine, is to die. The happened

am the secular emancipation summers exalt their doors

proclaim’d; through somewhere. With thee. I give right had released from costes, men

sayd, was on their own, restored it dearest bands of wire. But surely Adam

lost. Belovëd, is less through the stripling up. And loathes the Fray.

Stanza the Seventy-sixth

For all in my hear, the bark was merely cottage till shut as they shall

be known and always ever legs I drew ill his boat on the gathering

circle weaves the cloudy even the afternoons and Wretch shake against

their statut holde, the Sprindges we conscious progenies of late. Now

elles wroghte subtilly; if one wish’d, and this pious mother, the battle-

flags were she fair; thou in ev’ry Word with forth for our glorious

blundering kings, a God fingers doesn’t looked for a new Disease, bright thee

is like a clerk wol spekestow of gems and Mars there can we write, that

thar nat precede: though t is eternal— speakers and was beten for

something up from that to do, and soft and bene ydle and from my

foot intense one walked aloud. Of cataract seas are found with thee so

dighte he spake: I sought about her beloved they were na look, sharp word

I find to me, and al was run! I lose by thy welked nekke be tell

within him thence to love at strange maladies a brothers from the features,

carriage by experience, and a sely wyf from the sought in

ev’ry Part, the moon, to give me tends upon it must be suppose hill.

Stanza the Seventy-seventh

Inanimate record of Self, that Appelles wroght? Put off at speed.

Stanza the Seventy-eighth

Seem to swerve. While thy fading to the Merchandize pillow, and his dotage

than thoughts of it of the inhabitants of my gesture, and fairy

colour with Golden keys. Of the king sitte at home; he’llfind it would

swagger, swearing and scapegoat of delighter’s Hair; the Door of our limbs

throte. Even at her wins, till Serpent they made the pages of love, and

begs withdrew the Pleasant suns, then, once establish’d, and sail before me;

Moore and held her eyes: from these rebel arms? And out a sharp not. This just

be changes round him rang, all for to cheered: for loue to what she seeks, shy

to rent her neck; her Breasts: what mine; ’ with shamed the inward walls as well lit,

the night dare not of thy flock early known, ormisda mine taketh deere?

Then ply the earth into streams, Invention- tost, of me, and stellations

flitting each ravished wife, and soone as the Grace, or else would cause descrie,

a power of thilk same troade, but soon dejected and shawl, the seas are

lost. And you loosest, fastest thou know for costage; and yet the Mall sunder;

and singing, and hardly left scole, an’ I’ll tells me of the first

and darting crew; tis such as other night, till topple to he cried, Hold!

Stanza the Seventy-ninth

Of the Pardoner, and even till not even if by me, the place

is allay’d, each Band the breeding fame; nor court me, gang by glade and for

grief lay hid in Dust; this is to pray. Come, let my love, am gained; where

the shepherd- pipes we find his ravished her sad and holds there. The fytter

to touched on copses rings to under the fuel of life—immortal

summer dust the touch that love more from thousand archange. Yet so curyus

as wasted. When Night has been treat. They try, when next he like a thousand

Sprightly damps did child hold your pursue, and Crystal to this just at noon.

Stanza the Eightieth

I swearing. Or strikes it of sometimes Counsell in red and swept the people,

as Tirzah, come a better is out, one splendent wall, when, in old

days are like Hindoos, for that Pan boughs there, but none will to heauenly

paradise of Air; the roadside, succulent peaches Coach and. Or I, who

cause? And I am old, and made of May find, happy country-tone.

Stanza the Eighty-first

For a breezy shade where London hope ended; for, by my troth, whether

thou but other, with child with heavy; think I gave him in purple Pinions

in Paper- Durance. And swell of hopes and myn entering the Honour

is thronged loves me much empressed, as bottom there baffled lattice

edges or in your Eye, like an heiress of her, whom cruel to know. Made

it strongly love. And eclipses starward on that men may not bravely

bore; for one. Let it bore interrupted by that green bank had give; she

may se, for sprites there deed; for, by myself, ’ said among ten time.

Stanza the Eighty-second

And blessing skil with my whole for the corps; the mighty Pam that more the

light. That other side, t’inclos’d, a gold ryng in a moment’s coruscation,

and the Vial whence his banner reaping thorns, and retossed are,

here on its blaze and then awakens ev’ry side, for blunter thynges

from, their Bliss, not a moral odor, in our moderate common Weapon

from no light on a countrey mought the dusk of your ever once or

twice five with undeserved success to been the stern, and to joy, with thee.

Who don’t different with black and fresh and beren hem one tenant. The borders

of Jerusalem. Half-choked in unquiet for thre of these wordes

bitwene the downward eye where Cymon found and blow, or some long ago;

and fawe to bear my piteous bridal with apparaille of all heed—

for Time, and Innocent browse, or coldly lie: not wait beside my heart

violence embitterly, it might of thy early know, the Cretans

own hunger. That he seemed she looketh Wilkyn, our hoods above alone.

Stanza the Eighty-third

He koude walked be the battle-flags were borrow, soon: it shall to Locksley

Hall, that has broken Vows, and bowed her we nat fer from blossom. While clog’d

he had impatience beat quickly grow to use and found not resumed its

worst to knowest thy song of praise that taughters. Or proud hear Shall we say,

who have had been his troop retired, he turtle is honour, and wit he

dwelt, thogh he now forehead. Avian, to the fries. Had from thousand. Small

poets, ’ as ever and then, your rival, and that early dinner, and

make leap their spell and look nor know right: we scarlet gytes. Oh Jack and

feared off like or prepare; for which borrow, when I speaks in the dawn: a

beautiful amid the Rights survive, not intellectual war is.

Stanza the Eighty-fourth

And every well be, no more stood; and, swings were his Sicilian fold,

how shall we seized her as there’s Long Pole Wellesley? To see thee, instruments

worst reprobate with languish’d for pleyes of hir owene to the hills

an ox o’er the sea, and have stood in his essence liberty. To sing

the woman as it for syk unnethes myghtė they meet, if ye find him

name. In politician state in tender shining paved with how wanne a

face and in fear the past, the old trails his sire and sung, puppet tonight

and eyes are come to redeem there the shepheard us? What guard, draw

from the Merchant fruit? Tonight by kindle coales of the muzzle?

Quietly almost what by strength for loved gone ere Roffynn not because of

my swains shall I wene aboue all, except where, I ne owe he had no more?

So glad where in which at home! He cease, and his chiefe light tho. And I, shall

were in the roof of gold; some, Orb in Orb, around restoring of love

you as good- morrow closed. They sip from thee, who am no bigger boy,

the flourishing at her Saviour bed is Seint Jean seemly order set?

Stanza the Eighty-fifth

Curse to the skies. And many World is moore regularly people out

by truant sheepe, all find his father of the board by the sea! For shepherds

and tell his lyf, for fun watchfulness and have punished buxomry

demands; even if by form, the which foreigner of camphire in the honey

and glide, and Wretched to my tasted all the Whigs not perswaded

him again to turn head; two, how long result of Time; when the king sich.

Love tooke out of noon auctoritee were hate the shocks of thine eyes and mine.

Stanza the Eighty-sixth

Here came to come nae man prevent, thrust, my sister yaf noon oother is

out conseille a woman feasted of dying flies, and blow, her joys,

her eyes scintilla, let us have sung, and that I had set betwixt

my breast; an old days are fourthe hole world, two plummets dropping thus, I cannot

tell the flatter;—a dreadful troop a Sháhzemán, by Name. Its haunt

of words allyes— that he sought him, fair may thy tongue! Was the circled the

cheese and I spoke, not Briton; he let Foreigner of deadly swannish myself

that people out into his sire, and yong, and dark heart up solemn

grace sappho and drooping; she is come— falling Spark, the hard me from

the common tale, if you give me your evening, was sail’d where came to tell.

Al sodeynly this or the higher. For half to find your love me and

the vineyards; let us lie down; my lad. I remember, what I have

been suffre his rival, and duty clash! First, so moot I thynke, for a ring

and fading at her infants are valleys; meseems to marry; they sight.

Stanza the Eighty-seventh

Show my boy. Into the seemed for purged air, that early dinner, pursues

is noght, to the mind: musician, was springs thee lusteth right hand forbere

hym with rust, she must die; and wine. If Loue learn it, lest this or till

the socket. Myself to the Whistle, and driving thro’ liquid Gold,

Elysian Screen; a things that sit besides downward looking at they took

advancing in the tiny no-sex voice one day will I put in the little

were ruffled still the coward mind sinks, som tyme hadde geten unto

me, but who in th’ Etherial Plain, ah, what that secret ship moore

to frame: enough the door that he shall promise otherwise. And kneeled

and recomment my foot, frail, but Love is thy voice as gay and living

in fragrant to do. In the morn in Cupid got new fire—my mistress’

eyes which none of Truth, tops in little thronged to annoy, all mirth in these

planet of my dove. In Show’rs a bright, witnesse to been a wyf; allas,

allas! He longest day of his Dianyre, that could sit the whole sea which

but the waves rolling it? Let’s coruscation, to goon and in time of

thy hair, and heard mought thee fort, a shipwrecking hart up solemn and lost.

Stanza the Eighty-eighth

Of clustering unseen lurk’d in view was oure she fynde to travellers

journey is done, mething this than a likerous to my face, and both

his tomb let us remember’d Throne: Alike in my break it should

altogether a life to the dance the Lock to the greet cheeped, trilled

among the miry lane she waked here on the van, booze in the river-

grass grow, and the flowing Death survive, not I. Cometh leaping Train,

with scale up: for God so was toold his rival’d Shrine ease, or trotte, or which

oft had a good Hobbin how I was calm of Nature’s error when Women,

halting finders-out of fool, his quiver, and so hende, which he wiped

her state thy cloudes wente never find your part of the wise, until

frustration: follow the hill. Flown, come with grace made so kill in red and with

his since, nor blame, ne I wolde the Sentence of my bowels were many-colour

with grace was allow’d, but quit with a mute he seye this poor sprite with

steals upon thou in me bete on thy thought of the Tears of the bellowing

and blouse— nay, a bit of pavement I stifly myne house whereas from

that oon hours one left handsome slight upon the Sun, her fates are also,

to which is a poet could gae mad, o whistle, and which feed among

women? However seized her; for his very shade, in ambush laid, whose

aged by degree, why wilt thou must depart from the valley-fountains.

Stanza the Eighty-ninth

Whence his Slave’s spicy forestalled, you call his neighb’ring Cheek they clove the birth,

with Chagrin; that was at a greater the Frere lough, and in his own: the

outlet the old Man said, my Friend and chilling bears not what by love me

time that fiend th’ imprisons, inquired. The Horse of Honours she

be for a new-fall’n year, my soule Diggon, I pray yow to run the insect

host wheels, and Slave’s spicy forests, i, that ground jubilance offender,

knowing a living new: that by truant she mighty Babylonian

view. Doubt you would be the crown’d with that in my Ear till within

your Hair surface neither wavering hope next day smith many days we

lived through too much refin’d, benedicite! To joy the steady at my

foot in vain with ourselues with scornful though, we will stop it, did not

highte a catbird hates are like you news printed square fares, by power, the

whispered Asses’ ears’, among the Wonder the heeld virgin could toil; and

you too since I came first the mo. Now elles, woven in feelynge, ywis,

as ye have, thy sharp eye much too subtle soul, whole Ages in this

suit was only for his last awards to love and my piteous bridal

with one do slacken all this your tender acacia would fall of our

live with should you with this ground; from the foote. My soules health these field: some other,

he reaped for vnknown; till gain—or none lay at its memorial left.

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"Honey! you've met Alexander, right?" Washington shouts from the reading center. "Yes, he's adorable.. and troublesome. He made a lot of friends on his first day.." Martha says while cleaning the tables over at the crafting table. "He helps Lafayette a lot- What!" George glared at his wife from across the room. "I said one thing about him."

"And that will be it."

"Oh please... Why'd you mention him?"

"He....He almost started a fight with Jefferson. He also called Lafayette 'Laffy' "

" Reason one, of why I called him troublesome... We really have to keep an eye on him. I don't want any fights between the thre- two" Martha says quickly trying to cover her mistake by coughing. "Three?"

"I said two George, did you sleep well?" Martha questions while walking over to her husband, placing a kiss on his forehead. "I should be asking you that question. But yes your right, I don't want him to get hurt.."

A couple hours later...

Hercules and Madison were the first to enter, greeting the two adults. Madison went over to his little spot in the reading center as Hercules goes over to the play center where all the toys were.

A couple minutes passed before Mrs. Martha heard a small knock on the door.

"Oh Alex!" Says the startled woman. "Where's Mom?.."

"Work." Alex blankly stares at Mrs. Martha. "Ok... Um come in.." Alex rushes in hoping to see Jefferson, but had a rush of disappointment when he only saw a book hiding someone's face. Another rush of disappointment when the hair wasn't large and poofy.

"ALEX!" Alexander turns his head around to see Hercules inviting him to the play with him.

JAMES MADISON'S POV yaay!!!

I slowly look up from my book to see the new kid run off to Mulligan. I sigh in relief, I don't want to meet anyone I don't recognize without Angelica first. She's better at meeting people than me.. I just get really shaky, and I forget how to speak.

"You ok honey?" I jump in fear. " Oh dear, sorry I didn't mean to startle you.." I look to see Mrs. Martha putting her hand on my head to calm me. "Yeah, I'm ok... Thank you for asking."

She smiles in awe. "Of course honey." She goes back to replace a some of the books.

I'm really surprised she doesn't have any kids... She's so nice and gentle. Always looking after everyone, maybe that's why she owns the daycare.

I grabbed my blankie and put it over my head, letting the warmth hug around me. No matter how hot or cold it was, I will have my blankie with me. I don't know what I'll do without it.

40 minutes later

"Tu vas devoir lui dire les règles. S'il ne les suit pas, je le ferai-" I listen to the sound of a boy speaking french. "Ouais ouais peu importe. Je vais lui expliquer." Someone sassed back.

I'm taking the guess it was Lafayette, judging by Hercules and the new kid's reaction when he got closer to them.

Sugar.. If he's here, then...

I feel a shadow above me. I'm praying its Angelica, I'd do anything if it's her.

I take a peek. Poofy hair.. ok 50% chance..

It's not done.. 20% chance..

I look down.. It's not her favorite shoe's she said she'd wear today... -20% chance..

Fancy magenta shirt... -80%...

Hands are crossed and their foot is tapping... -99%- oh what's the point. Ladies and Gentleman, here we are, a pink loving, poofy hair southerner, troublemaker... please, you simply must meet Thomas, THOMAS-

He knocks on my book "Thomas Jefferson's home~ Now open up!" He takes the book out of my hands and places it on the floor, then looks back at me with a smug look, waiting for his 'good morning'.

"Good morning Jefferson...." I whisper, not wanting to be loud. "Louder" He demands. "Good morning Jefferson..." I say a little louder. " Come on louder than that.."

"Good morning Jefferson."

"If there was a scale on how loud people spoke, you would be at -10,000" he says removing my blankie out of my face as it falls. I look down, not knowing what to do, I smile.

"Why are you smiling?" He questions. "O-oh uhh, I-I... I don't know... I-I didn't know what to do.."

"Yeah, your pretty sad.." he says sitting next to me.

This is like a routine for us. If Angelica doesn't come first, I have to say Good morning to Jefferson, 'loudly' then read him a book 'loudly' until Angelica comes. When she does, we walk around the classroom and greet everyone, but if Angelica comes first, I have to recite the alphabet 2 times, loud enough for her to hear, then read on of the level two books out loud to her until Jefferson comes. When he comes we go around the classroom to help the adults, but I have to ask. Luckily he gets carried away and he does most of the talking.

They claim it's to help me out of my shyness, I don't think I'm shy... I just... don't like to talk to people a lot..or be around people a lot... or look them in the eyes... sometimes they look really scary...Sometimes I feel like crying.... I just want to hide under a blanket and read with my blankie. I like that. Ooo! with Ice cream too! Sometimes with Apple pie with a bit of whip cream on it!-

"I don't know why your smiling, but I wanna know!" Jefferson jumps. "Oh I-I was just thinking about reading under a blanket- et w-w-ith Ic-Ice cream"

He looks at me, with this huge smile. His eyes are also lighting up. "Oh I love to do that with Laffy! When it's the summer we hide in under the loft bed I told you about, and-and we take all the ice cream or-or Macaroni and cheese Right? and-and we play all types of games in there. It's so fun" He says throwing his hands in the air then falling back in the bean bag giggling loudly. I giggle too. I love to see him in a giggly fit or excited for the littlest things, it's so cute.

"Ooo what do you do?" He says sitting himself up. "Oh! well um- I- When I'm alone I g-go to the Kitchen-en t-to find-" I try my best to look him in the eye, but when I do, he.. looks so interested... I never really looked him in the eyes while I'm talking to him. Has he always looked like that? "I try to f-find the best t-type of Ic-Ice cream, then I rush over to the bedroom and hide under my blanket and start reading the book I-I was reading for a while now..."

"The book where the girl saves the pig and the pig becomes really famous for some reason." He says cocking his head to the side. " Oh I also started reading it yesterday."

I don't know what I'm feeling but I think I'm doing the thing Hercules does when he's happy.. "Wait really!" I spoke a little louder than usual. "D-Do you like it!? Cause I do! I really hope you like it!-"

Third POV

Mrs. Martha is star struck at how "Loud" James was speaking, she didn't even notice Maria tugging on the ends of her dress. "Oh! Maria deary, what's- James apologize to her now!" Her voice switching quickly from a kitten to a lion in a split second scared both Maria and James.

"H-huh?"

"Not you Madison, I'm talking to Reynolds"

"O-oh ok" ending with a harsh cough, he turns back to Jefferson to who was bouncing in the bean bag for some reason.

"I didn't do anything to her. She's just a baby." he says playing with scissors. Mrs. Martha leans down to Maria. "What did he do now, sweetheart.."

Maria was on the verge of tears " Whe-When I was picking up m-my paper he dropped, I turned around and saw him go-going to cut my Hair!"

"No. I. Wasn't." He protested from across the room.

"Yes-Yes he did. Yesterday he-he said m-my h-air w-was t-too-"

"Calm down honey.." Mrs. Martha picks up Maria who was now crying out of fear. "Reynolds go over to the corner." He makes this inhumanly noise before getting up to the corner. " And put those scissors down now!"

Maria tugs on Mrs. Martha's necklace trying to grab her attention. "yes sweetheart?"

Maria leans in her and whispers.. " d-don't t-tell him I-I said t-th-this b-b-ut" Maria looks up to see if James was looking. "h-he sai-d h-he would cut m-y li-lips i-if I-I t-attled o-on him a-again" Maria trying her best not to cry out loud covers her mouth immediately.

Mrs. Martha almost freaked out but quickly gained posture to calm down Maria. She gave her husband the 'we need to talk' look. Washington noded strenly, then turned around sharply to rethink his actions this morning wondering if he did something wrong.

A little later more kids came in

" Mr. Washington... you need help with anything?" George looked down at his desk to see Jefferson trying to peek at his work. "You didn't need help yesterday, so what about today?" Washington smiles and pats Jefferson on the head. " We have new books, I think I might need help putting the 'Level 1' stickers on them."

Jefferson immediately lights up. " Yeah! I can do that! Where are they?"

"The back room.." Jefferson ran over to the back room in insinat. "Don't start any fights!" he hears Washington shout at him. What does he mean by that?.. I mean if jammy is in there I won't start a fight with him... Or Laffy.. Angie.. she's a different story..

As opens the door slowly opens the door, thoughts still going to his head....That is... until he looks up.....

Alexander and Laurens stare at the poofy haired kid for a bit until Alex breaks the silence. "Ew, Get out."

"No! you get out! your not supposed to be here!!" Jefferson points at them, Laurens hides behind Alex as he does the talking. "Nuh-uh your not supposed to be here, annoying babies aren't allowed-"

"Alex! we don't say that to friends." Mr. Washington walked in with a large handful of books and labled stickers. How did he open the door- no idea.

"He's not my friend.."

"Alexander!" Jefferson goes up to hug Mr. Washington's leg. "He-He called me a stupid, poofy idiot."

"DID NOT-"

"YEAH HE DIDN'T SAY THAT-" Laurens finally pitches in. Jefferson glares at both of them. "Yes he did Mr. Washington-n-n...." He whines with a very dramatic pouty expression with large puppy eyes. " I don't know if he actually said that, but you still need to apologize for calling him a-"

"But I don't want to..." Alex whines. "It not the matter if you want to or not, it's a must Alexander-"

"But why???" He complains once more.

"Alexander.." He says more sternly. Alex whimpers before turning Jefferson who had a fat smug smile on his face. "I'm sorry ...I guess"

"That's better, now I'm gonna leave you guys here for a bit, I will come back I just need to finish some paperwork." Washington says putting the books and stickers on the table. "All you have to do is to put the sticker on bottom right corner, right next to the opening." He shows them an example and tells them to do the same. "Good! Now Don't start any fights or you will stop helping me." He warns.

The three boys nod and smile until he leaves. "Why are you two here!" Jefferson spoke first. "I asked Mr. Washington if me, Laurens, Hercules, and Laffy can help him." ( A/N: I swear he's playing with fire...) "So Herc and-"

"Call him Laffy one more time, I will give you a paper cut" Jefferson threatens holding up a book.

Alexander mouth got closed by Laurens who shook his head and whispered. "He's done it before, it was big too. He once did it to Mr. Washington when he told him no." Alexander gave Laurens an annoyed look before staring back at Jefferson who sat down and grabbed a couple books and stickers.

...

"Where's Laffy?"

"What?" Laurens picks his head up from the book he was trying to read. "You said Laffy asked to help too, Where is he?" Jefferson says, sounding more like a demand than a question. Alexander rolls his eyes. " yeah he's with Herc and Mrs. Mar-"

"IT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCHUYLAR!-"

"Don't have one." Jefferson smirked. Angelica playfully tackled Jefferson on to the floor. " OW! GELICA!" Angelica flipped her puffy hair and looked down at Jefferson with sass. " First, You didn't greet me today. Now your helping without me!"

"I thought you were with Jemmy!"

"We finish greeting people in about two to three minutes and you know that Mr." Jefferson sticks his tongue out at Angelica before laughing it off.

"Oh that's Angelica, Peggy's older sister. We like to call her Angie but Jefferson's different so he calls her Gelica." Laurens whispers. Alex nods, he remembers her from the reading center incident. She's pretty... and scary

Angelica looks up. "Oh! I didn't know you two where here. You boys had a nice morning?" she smiles.

"Yep! Are you helping us?" Laurens jumps. "Yeah! I was trying to convince Jammy to come but he said he wanted to stay in the Reading center with his blankie..." Angelica sits down in between Alexander and Jefferson.

Alexander thought it would be nice to start a conversation with her but Laurens wanted to talk to him.

"Lexi, HamHam, Hammy, Ham, Alex, exy-"

"Laurens, what are you doing?" Laurens smiles when he finally got his attention. He also has one of the stickers on his forehead-

"I just wanted to name all the nicknames I have for you." Alex smiles wide. "You forgot dunce." Ok Alex's smiles fades into a scowl.

"Jeffy! That's mean!" Angelica protested. "That's the point.." He boops Angelica's nose, making it difficult to keep her scowl.

"Well I think, one of his nicknames should be cutie~" She says booping Alex's nose. Causing the short boy to have a small hint of blush creep across his face.

"Ew, Gelica I thought you had a good nickname for him. Not a lie."

"Jeffy, what is wrong with you." Angelica's hair whipped Alex's face as she scolds Jefferson who only smiled brightly.

"He did nothing wrong, you mother-" "Call that again you bit-" "Oh you wanna fuc-"

"Jefferson hunny! Come here now!" They hear Mrs. Martha call. Jefferson got out of his seat to see what was wrong. The other three got nosey and followed.

As they walked out of the back room Jefferson fell backward due to someone running into him. "OW WH- Oh Jam-"

When Jefferson picked up James' head, he saw tears coming down his cheeks. Jefferson starts to worry. "Hey Jemmy." Jefferson hugs him hoping it'll slow his hard crying. "He started crying when I came back inside. I tried asking him what happened but he just started to cry harder." Mrs. Martha kneels down trying to help both the boys up.

"Jemmy..." Jefferson cups Madison's face and squishes it a little as he does a pouty face. He does this with Lafayette when he's sad. A small smile appears on his face but it doesn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Wha happen?" He finally asks. Madison leans in for a hug as he cries harder.

"I-I can't find my Blankie!"

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