The young moor
crept through the door
into the boudoir
to continue his amour.
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December 7, 2011
The Real Othello
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December 13th, 2011 at 11:27 pm
I like the use of the French word love..amour! I always like a good Shakespeare poem! It is short, sweet and right to the point! As I am reading this, I cannot help but remember Iago what says, “I HATE THE MOOR”
December 13th, 2011 at 7:22 pm
amour is a word in tons of languages too! I know it’s a word in Spanish and English.
December 13th, 2011 at 7:19 pm
Hahahahahahahah honest Iago