ㅤ ✶ 𝐋 𝐄 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐀 ✶
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𖤓 Tis towardly of an ’un is never for us to be stalled of. Thou not ken a thing of him, without thou’ve read of him. To depict, canty of a man he is. Butterflies flit at that smile of his, the fondness was never to be unlitted. Equus, he is your favourite? mother nature worked me middling hard, and twas only for his fancy.
Antonym of a ruffian, he is the gentleman of all, never to spark a spleen on man’s hearts. But, ken this, this cynosure of an ’un has only been coddling oneself. Amiably carved by Gods, he has always been affected with admiration. The baby physique, was colled by Venus herself. And the heart, love, all alike.
✶ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟮𝗢𝟮𝗢 ✶
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