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i had this friend once...see he was a talkative sort of a guy as if the babes gave a **** he walked up and down the street.....babbling, babbling, babbling! i sometimes tried to listen or to hear his mind but his words seemed to come not from his head but from a donkey's behind! and walking in the brightest sunshine he never left a shadow that i could see babbling brookskie was the name we placed upon him so fittingly AND THEN ONE DAY! I HEARD! and a door was opened and a sign was seen sayin "come on in boy and be free" a saw a brook flowing unto a golden stream where children were bathing and laughingly at play and......... ....................babbling brookskie was his name he is a friend of mine even in the brightest sunshine........he never tried to over-shadow anyone...... ......................he always gave himself for free
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
babbling brookskie
i had this friend once...see he was a talkative sort of a guy as if the babes gave a **** he walked up and down the street.....babbling, babbling, babbling! i sometimes tried to listen or to hear his mind but his words seemed to come not from his head but from a donkey's behind! and walking in the brightest sunshine he never left a shadow that i could see babbling brookskie was the name we placed upon him so fittingly AND THEN ONE DAY! I HEARD! and a door was opened and a sign was seen sayin "come on in boy and be free" a saw a brook flowing unto a golden stream where children were bathing and laughingly at play and......... ....................babbling brookskie was his name he is a friend of mine even in the brightest sunshine........he never tried to over-shadow anyone...... ......................he always gave himself for free
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 11:20 AM UTC
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