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At the rumble of a badger's yawn At the crack of a sparrow's **** At the pang of his weakened bladder That's when he makes his start With the scrape of greying stubble With the shine of derby brogues With a perfect Windsor knot That's how my husband rolls At the slam of the paneled door At the echo of a muttered curse At the march of polished steps It's then that I emerge
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Morning
At the rumble of a badger's yawn At the crack of a sparrow's **** At the pang of his weakened bladder That's when he makes his start With the scrape of greying stubble With the shine of derby brogues With a perfect Windsor knot That's how my husband rolls At the slam of the paneled door At the echo of a muttered curse At the march of polished steps It's then that I emerge
Heard line 2 and went from there.
stevejeff
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Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
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