The World is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours
And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.
“female pudenda”
LMAO!
Feeling blah today. Usually, belittling my deadbeat neighbor cheers me up. Didn’t work today. Maybe I’ll try Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
Yeah, Phoebe Cates oughtta do it.
Jeff, I think you should do a post of all the names for female pudenda, ala Stephen Green’s 50 names for Breasts.