Anon
You are an idiot: a Shakespeare scholar’s Shakespeare.
You are the rose. You are perfect for preparing quick,
both ordinary and legendary.
Unable to curb a natural impulse, you are April 6,
a girl on the delicate brink of her pre-teen years.
You are thirty, taking time to care for our beautiful daughter.
You are not the full blood sidhe.
You are to use small tackle, and fish slowly.
You are approximately 1654.
On a mission, you are giving us
a huge double ring of roses around our perimeter.
You are considered the latchkey to the white mountains.
You are not as wild
and lack the carnival atmosphere of the weirs.
You are the Canadian River ten miles west of Borger
in Hutchinson County.
You are one of my favourite actresses.
I think you are really believable.
You are a woman who does not prefer
heavy fragrances of rose.
You are not obliged to respond to.
You are anon.
You are by no means limited to one message.
You are not alone doing that.
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