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Joined: 30 Dec 2003 Posts: 1613 Location: Crystal Fens
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2008 12:28 am Post subject: how odd |
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Once again, Poet woke to be holding a spoon with the concave side reversed. _________________ "When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden |
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 11:23 pm Post subject: |
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Sheila nudged him gently chewing on the hem of his kilt.
"Bloody 'ell woman, are ye trin' ta' ruin me kilt," he says trying to shoo the sheep away.
She bleats a few times.
"Dammit woman, dinna make me get me dander up," Poet says straightening his tunic.
She bleats a few more times more plaintively.
"Verra well. Tha' Protocols descry an prophecy," the bearded mans says softly.
Sheila nudges him, slowly pulling her muzzle across his hip.
"Stop it! I know yuir ways!" _________________ "When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell." - John Dryden |
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