Mirthless Laughter @mirthlesslaughter.bsky.social

Of the plums thou didst buy to break thy fast And laid in ice until the morrow I presently have made repast, I must confess with sorrow. I beg of thee thy wrath to stay; Forgive me for my boldness. Good were they, and sweet were they, And stung my teeth with coldness.

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