And the shoes that had served him by day and by night
And he put on a shirt, and a pair of old socks
And a dirty white mac, and an old cricket box
posted by Weasel @ 11:23 PM
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
He took off his trousers all burning and bright
And the shoes that had served him by day and by night
And he put on a shirt, and a pair of old socks
And a dirty white mac, and an old cricket box
And the shoes that had served him by day and by night
And he put on a shirt, and a pair of old socks
And a dirty white mac, and an old cricket box
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