The high class clients gathered in her Manor and the courtesy served on tables.
The bulldogs were around the courtyard.
Just imagine if a bourgeois trespass; he will be trapped?
Under the chandeliers dim light you cannot identify
So-and-so and such-and-such, all warble in a friendly manner.
No restrictions to be seen.
Lustful wallflowers are waiting for Lords those who left their wives at home.
The soap opera with full of elegance
And the symphony covers the syndrome of outer bombardment.
All the commoners and the cowardice stuck in their
Unlit houses as it's a curfew & a black out but a Full Moon.
nimal dunuhinga
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