PREFACE

PREFACE

Ohh howeth so pleasant be our thoughts of our sweet mommy be the vapours of love doth around us fly with so happy happiness twinkling inst our eyes inst heaven we but lie within those thoughts of our mommy with love inst her eyes the sweet scented lips of she that she didst press to our lips to kiss  with the fire of love  that all poets doest sing with praise of their mommies with such outburst of joy they raise that they cant their lips to stay so recite on dear  inst bliss of the thoughts of mommys mouth on thine to kiss