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Post by therook on Jul 6, 2007 12:29:55 GMT 12
The MoleThere’s a mole in my garden, his eyes are no good. I see him come and go from his subterranean home, covered in mud and my prized vege’s. If I could I would kill him, wipe the smile of his rodentious face, With dynamite! He wouldn’t see it coming of course. He’s Blind, no glasses. But he knows I’m there...
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Post by ladeda on Jul 6, 2007 18:31:16 GMT 12
Where's the rook? Gone already?
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Post by misilon1 on Jul 6, 2007 18:35:18 GMT 12
yeah gee wizz ,..dint even give us a chance ,...
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