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fears and tears
he watches heads turn as she walks down the street she has the prettiest legs and the prettiest feet the more he watches the more his soul dies she holds another man’s hand gazes into his eyes when they had … Continue reading
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Thieves of a Feather – Friday Fictioneers
AnElephantCant work without broadband It has been up and down all this week So he speaks to monsieur Who says bien sur I will be sure to give it a wee tweak Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time, with … Continue reading