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This lovely black bird swans up to me, raven haired, great tits. I'm well choughed. We lark about. She said "Bury me in the sand martin" Strange hobby I'm thinking, puffin as I dig away. Her feet stuck out, pigeon toed. She owled when I tickled them. The sea was too ruff to swim so we flew a kite. A knot in the string made it a dipper and diver. I had to duck. We swallowed a glass of wine and under the eider down she asked swiftly "What was that?"  "Just a little **** I said. She groused.
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Birding
This lovely black bird swans up to me, raven haired, great tits. I'm well choughed. We lark about. She said "Bury me in the sand martin" Strange hobby I'm thinking, puffin as I dig away. Her feet stuck out, pigeon toed. She owled when I tickled them. The sea was too ruff to swim so we flew a kite. A knot in the string made it a dipper and diver. I had to duck. We swallowed a glass of wine and under the eider down she asked swiftly "What was that?"  "Just a little **** I said. She groused.
martin
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Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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