“Dear me, dear me, there is almost one for every thicket twiglet!”
“Deer me, deer me!” was raved, I suppose, by quite the fawning giglot. ; )
03.August.26
“Dear me, dear me, there is almost one for every thicket twiglet!”
“Deer me, deer me!” was raved, I suppose, by quite the fawning giglot. ; )
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