Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
John Donne
Busy old fool, unruly Sun, why dost thou thus through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers seasons run?
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Sometimes I like to lie in bed just looking at my cleavage and thinking about all the crucial deadlines I’m not meeting.
too top-heavy
