When April with his showers sweet...
...howls, "Shrew! Wine, shrew!" I shit peat...
...howls, "Shrew! Wine, shrew!" I shit peat...
(April is most particular about his tipple and I'm no help.)
Exterior. A dusky wood. Night. Middle-aged writer Dante Alighieri avoids a trio of hungry beasts with aid from the Roman poet Virgil. Th...
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