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  1. 27 de jun. de 2021 · Daily Joke: A Woman Goes to Her Doctor. Today’s #jokeoftheday is about a woman who visited her doctor to complain about her love life with her husband. The doctor had a solution for her, but it seemed it worked too well. A woman went to see her doctor to complain about her love life with her husband. She revealed that it had been so long that ...

  2. 20 de abr. de 2015 · Strikes its gullies: we grow burnt. as a moth. Mimics a sleep of archives and. the small lies all forget. Mimics all laughter. broken by the time it leaves the mouth. With its moving parts, its chimes, its gleam, it muddies our archways, lying low, gives off. noise and steam; its mechanics clear the fence.

  3. oh-de. An ode is a formal lyric poem that is written in celebration or dedication. They are generally directed with specific intent. E.g. The poet composed an ode to her mother, expressing her love and appreciation for all the hard work her mother had done for her. An ode is a traditional, beautiful poem of praise that is dedicated to something ...

  4. Ode to a Nightingale. " Ode to a Nightingale " is a poem by John Keats written either in the garden of the Spaniards Inn, Hampstead, London or, according to Keats' friend Charles Armitage Brown, under a plum tree in the garden of Keats' house at Wentworth Place, also in Hampstead. According to Brown, a nightingale had built its nest near the ...

  5. Buy A Woman Goes to the Doctor ( Komt een vrouw bij de dokter ) ( Stricken ( Love Life ) ) from Amazon's Movies Store. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. A Woman Goes to the Doctor ( Komt een vrouw bij de dokter ) ( Stricken ( Love Life ) ): Amazon.co.uk: Carice van Houten, Barry Atsma, Anna Drijver, Jeroen Willems, Reinout Oerlemans: DVD & Blu-ray

  6. Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave. Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed.