Edy Blog

10 Jan, 2011

hello

— Autor edybro @ 21:39
Plooie of our square whenever plooie went shuffling by my bench, i used to think of an old and melancholy song that my grandfather sang and his skin was so thin you could almost see his bones as he ran, hobblehobblehobble over the stones. Before i could wholly recapture the quaint melody, my efforts would invariably be nullified by the raucous shriek of his trade which had

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