“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”
“Shall we go Parranda, Miranda?”
asked Prospero, with a wry smile.
“Father, you are all a lather,
if you think we can spend a while
in doing so. The answer, it is, ‘No!’ “
By the Book (sic)
Bardly Writ
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