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Nonsense
Contributed by
fay
on
Thursday, 7th July 2005 @ 06:13:10 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Gubby Petalslanker of Whileyhood Hill,
Salop abodd the roof of his Kikiganga mill.
Craggling his fingers,
Barlopping his feet,
He watched the slankins spik and flance
Whilst drunching his verrisom meat.
Gnarly though this slanker breared,
Inwardly lollomonic, cadd and vello-teared,
Salop abodd that roof,
he truly doddy was
The Magilard of Whileyhood,
The Lint of Ayant Vard.
Copyright ©
fay
... [
2005-07-07 18:13:10] (Date/Time posted on
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