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HelpRe: Karlene and Carlene
in reply to a message by Paula Puddephatt
I love Eileen - and while young I had a crush on one-throughout my entire eighth grade year.
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" Twelfth Night
"She never told her love,
But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud,
Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought,
And with a green and yellow melancholy,
She sat like Patience on a monument,
Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed?" Twelfth Night
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