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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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- Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
- Fifty-Four
- to Moto 1986
- stubble
- Let us not talk falsely now
- Soul and Body Know No Bounds
- You better look out below!
- A bent nail
- kernels
- Little Red and Little Boy, with Guest Star Piers
- pwned!
- O rare Ben
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