There they were stuck dog and bitch halving the compass Then when with his yip they parted oh how frolicsome she grew before him playful dancing and how disconsolate he retreated hang-dog she following through the shrubbery Submitted by Bob
Added: 5 May 2003 | Last Read: 22 Sep 2026 11:18 PM | Viewed: 11560 times
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