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We're weary and wet, trowelling through the muck, looking for ancient bones, cold as skeletons. The earth gives up its ***** old men, bequeathing their remains - bog people, trog people, pongy gaping gob people - most likely Angles and Saxons. At least they have their own ***** old women, and don't try to rattle our women's bones.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
Digging the Dirt
We're weary and wet, trowelling through the muck, looking for ancient bones, cold as skeletons. The earth gives up its ***** old men, bequeathing their remains - bog people, trog people, pongy gaping gob people - most likely Angles and Saxons. At least they have their own ***** old women, and don't try to rattle our women's bones.
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Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
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