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Come, my dear And join me For a candlelit Dinner for two Where I will Wine and dine You to your Heart's content We’ll talk about
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.I think you mean stuffed peasant* instead of pheasant 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sorry couldn't help myself. Loved your poem!
Yes, let's. This is beautiful, Mother.
Wow, she is playing hard to get!