thinking of u and wart dew, wet morning on a bird bath little feather tickling the lather under my oxster walk fast my sweet love the tide is coming to take the tale fly with the chirping one too the warm sun and start anew worn by the pillars of please sweep down from the mighty high at swoop and swap sing a song of six pence with a hot roll and sausage in cape of thy pocket hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm blow it out ................. of your ear stinky one
Mister Barclay I've added a link to this blog and Broadway Bullies over
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