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Nancy Virgo                                               Oooh,  Katherine  . ..-Lunise,  Let's Go!!  . . .   Not  Now
                 April 3.  1969                                            April. . .  See This, . .  You Wont A Ride To Lunch, Kather­
                Miami,  Florida                                            ine? . . .  Dog. . .  Just Toss It Lunise. . .  She's Not My Sister
                                                                           . . .  Do(Vr Look At me . . .  I Don't Whirfell!. . .  October
   When my love swears rhot he is mode of truth, I do                     .  31,1983 . . .  Book Raids . . .  Get Me Out Of Here Right
   believe him. Though I know he lies.
                                                                           Now Diono  . . .   Did I  Do My Homework?  . . .   Diana.  I
                   - Elizabeth Barrett Browning                            hote you. ■15ummer Comp 1984... Carrollton, Good­

   When we ore born,  we cry that we come  to this                         bye  . ..  L.A;S.R;K.F;C.A;E.D;M.B;N.G;  L.B;  6.R;  V.M;
   great stage of fools.
                                                                           V M. K.K; J.W; I Love You All. . .  Higgins Not Hoggens
                       - William Shakespeore                             ■ B  Some Difference . : .  Go Blow . . .  My Best Friends.
                                .King LebM
                                                                         £   M.R;.I.D; C.D; E.V; V.V; I Love You All The Most. . .  Just
   Heaven truly knows that thou art false os hell.  /  g                   ■Bolls of Fun   I Love You Diono  . . .  Seee Yaodllll!
                       - William Shakespeore
                              .<   Othello
   He rhot parrs us shall bring
   b brand from Heaven and                                                                 Thou hos deft my heart in twain.
   fire  us  hence  like  foxes.                                                              >    -William Shakespeore
   Wipe thine eyes; The good                                                                                 Hamlet
                                                                                           f^dmance is grand the Firs time,
   years  shall  devour  them,
   flesh and fell. Ere they shall                                                          there  Is  nothing -more  precious
                                                                                           thon  your  second  chance  or
   moke  us weep;  We'll  see
   'em starve first.                                                                       Love.   ...
      - William Shakespeare                                                                                -Unknown
               King Lear                                                                   If oil. the yeor were playing holt
                                                                                           days,  to-sport  would  be  os  to
                                                                                           work.  -.
                                                                                                 " -Willlom Shakespeare
                                                                                                       ."Henry IV Port 1



                                                                                                   If I leave oil for thee,
                                                                                                   WHt  thou  exchange
                                                                                                   and be all to me?
                                                                                                     ; Elizabeth Barrett
                                                                                                           Browning;
                                                                                                         Sonnet XXXV
                                                                                                   Keep a good rongue
                                                                                                   in your head.
                                                                                                            -Willlom
                                                                                                        Sheakespeore
                                                                                                         The Tempest
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