A.F. Stewart Quotes
She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I'd rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.
She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I'd rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move. (A.F. Stewart)
She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I'd rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.