I Always Go A Little Mad, This Time Of Year. Remembering Her.
Heather Nann

How many loved your moments of glad grace?

I love your mother, Heather. I don’t just want to fuck her, like other men. I love her. I love who she is. I love her and I am so happy I have her and she is my wife.

And how many men

loved your Beauty with love false or true?

But one man loved the Pilgrim Soul In You and

Loved the sorrows of your changing face.
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