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would we sit across from one another on trains with bars of purple Cadburys chocolate, squared by your large gentle hands one bottle of luminous Rock Shandy between us my crubeen feet cocooned in skin coloured tights, now lodged between your legs, a gesture as natural as our growing years, would this be companionship at its best?
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Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
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would we sit across from one another on trains with bars of purple Cadburys chocolate, squared by your large gentle hands one bottle of luminous Rock Shandy between us my crubeen feet cocooned in skin coloured tights, now lodged between your legs, a gesture as natural as our growing years, would this be companionship at its best?
A crubeen in Ireland is a pigs foot , /pigs trotter.
ceara
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Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
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