uh-huh the Wyatt is beyond peach. JHP's 'Love', noble in the sound, but
more greatly HWWR. O so much of Chaucer. And always and why can I not
fail agitated on this account, O'Hara. Donne, in leaded syrup. I think
(does anyone other?) that I LIKE Donne's Holy Sonnets more than I LIKE
Shakespeare's Sonnets. Andrea's city adorned. Carew's Spring. Some
Heine. k
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