Jul 2018
i will not eat your fruit, barrow lady,
you must be Eves daughter !
and you must be Adams son !
she said with a scornful glare
the softest fruit are the devils tastiest
you must be Eves daughter !
and you must be Adams son !
she said with a scornful glare
the softest fruit are the devils tastiest
(60/M/croydon)
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