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Sunday, 23 January 2011
A poem
Red hands hanging in the willow tree and
those pesky foxes.
All women are cats when you turn them inside out.
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Thursday
23 January 2011 at 13:35
Mee-yow.
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Anonymous
25 January 2011 at 11:00
Inside out I am dripping empty.
Love ya meow meow!
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Sack Posset
7 February 2011 at 11:11
Jason = Yes
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Rassles
9 February 2011 at 19:53
I think I'm more of a badger.
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