Daily Photo: But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?
It is the east, and Mademoiselle Daisy Emerald is the sun.* . . . . . . . So sorry,
Read MoreIt is the east, and Mademoiselle Daisy Emerald is the sun.* . . . . . . . So sorry,
Read MoreBlack is the color of my true love’s hair, Her lips are like a rose so fair— The sweetest face,
Read MoreSurely, if there are such things as a “hand model” whose lovely hands are used to show off fine jewelry
Read MoreGiuseppe, my dearest, my beloved, my poetic American opera star, It is moi, your Mlle. Daisy Emerald in The Old
Read MoreI watch the rain fall and run in rivulets down the window, and I wonder… …does my cherished love Mlle.
Read MoreMy most beautiful, loving, precious Mlle., my morning flower Miss Daisy, my emerald-eyed goddess, I did my best to run
Read MoreGood evening my dearest, most beloved Giuseppe, Have I sent you the promise of my love and affection, my most
Read MoreJoyeux Anniversaire 13 Ã Mlle. Daisy Emerald Marguerite! My most exquisite beloved flower, I am looking out the big window
Read More“Minuit, chrétiens, c’est l’heure solennelle…” Hardly. It’s hard to translate but Giuseppe is not likely singing, “O Holy Night”, rather…
Read More“That does it! That’s the last time you call me Fatso!” “Fatso!” “Shut up!” “Fatso!” “I’m gonna kill you!” “Fatso!”
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