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Although Today He Prunes My Twigs With Pain, Yet Doth His Blood Nourish And Warm My Root; Tomorrow I Shall Put Forth Buds Again And Clothe Myself With Fruit. _Christina Georgina Rossetti_
Posted By: Judith A. Birt
Saturday, September 4th 2010 at 6:29AM
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