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Janice holds on her small open hand the yellow canary I watch it standing there on her palm seemingly not trying to fly off it talks words she tells me standing there red beret perched on top of blonde hair -I knew that I'd heard it taught it words while Janice was not there in the room naughty words- but sometimes Janice says it utters naughty words and Gran says who taught that canary such bad words? not me Gran I tell her must be that previous owner's fault I guess so her gran says I keep stumn put on my good boy face saint like gaze falling from God's good grace.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
NAUGHTY WORDS 1956.
Janice holds on her small open hand the yellow canary I watch it standing there on her palm seemingly not trying to fly off it talks words she tells me standing there red beret perched on top of blonde hair -I knew that I'd heard it taught it words while Janice was not there in the room naughty words- but sometimes Janice says it utters naughty words and Gran says who taught that canary such bad words? not me Gran I tell her must be that previous owner's fault I guess so her gran says I keep stumn put on my good boy face saint like gaze falling from God's good grace.
A GIRL AND BOY IN LONDON IN 1956.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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