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Gallop apace you fiery-footed steeds.
If love be bling, I mean blind, it best agrees with night.
But, you saw it coming, no?
Juliet begging to learn how to lose a winning match was a dead, no pun intended, give-away.
Give me my Dill and when I shall die take it and cut it out in little stars and it will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night.
(exit RIGHT to the sound of fiery-footed steeds because I don’t know about you but I can never have enough stallions at my beck and call.)
©Pat Coakley 2009
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