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Hi my sweetest and dearest queen of all Castalian poetics and shining peaks --π omg, I must say, be careful juggling too many plates my dear sweet, especially come high tea among the dangers of the Kansas wind my sweetπͺοΈ...and especially when traipsing the high plainsπ Belle style; but if venturing the granite belt, all good my dear sweet, enjoy your gentle sugar-caning my sweet...as one invariably does my sweet -- look to the heavens my sweet when out on the plain or belt:
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when the Pleiades flee the mighty Orion, plunge into the misty deep,
for all the gusty winds are raging,
then do not keep your ship on the wine-dark sea, lest fall to the ruins of BB&G; no, remember to work the sugarcane gently my sweet. You are a credit not only to li'l e my dear sweet, but RvR & associates, the BB&G et al and especially the UN π my dear sweet -- it has gone without saying for too long my sweet...not really, but nonetheless, so it will again my sweetπ¦π¬-- -- dare I say it, No, of course not my sweet --so please don't overburden yourself with Thiefffy's selfish meanderings like the Great River itself my sweet, no, go placidly amid the noise and haste my sweet as poetics have handed down to us through the ages my sweet -- and of which the Castalian will always remind us, no doubt on that my sweetπ¦πͺ£π¦...and now of which my adytum queen on her throne freely offers to all and sundry with her unselfish musings from the oracle's lair my sweet -- Thank you my dearest sweet Jaylee π€
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