curls
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that one his son s | curls | threatened to spoil his immaculate |
looking wi her blonde frizzy | curls | and her neat school uniform |
was this head of blonde | curls | lookin in the in the |
a croon o neat blaik | curls | that sat atap his heid |
o scotia s stock saft | curls | upon his croon a rosy |
his cushion in the corner | curls | up sucks his thumb stew |
from the corner lies down | curls | up with his thumb in |
back to his cushion steve | curls | up starts reading his book |
fiddle eats the ham and | curls | up to sleep music filtered |
a reel he dug up | curls | of worms with his hoe |
pig fan i use pin | curls | on my guinea pig before |
fuck sake dimps lies down | curls | his legs up stew does |
goes down on the floor | curls | himself into a ball jilly |
jilly crawls beneath the mirror | curls | up in a ball lee |
tolstoy dostoevsky yevtushenko when steam | curls | up its sides it thinks |
from the rain a tyre | curls | up with a toilet seat |
brush with a head of | curls | he looked incapable of knocking |
alecina s shiny coat and | curls | the judges were in no |
in humfy hammocks the black | curls | stuck tae his broo are |
blue pyjamas and his ginger | curls | are brushed flat he is |
here mind she exits beth | curls | up in her chair sadie |
twinin the lassie s bonnie | curls | noo fell tae strakin her |
secretaries hunger for more the | curls | dark on his brow the |
o minnie s lang black | curls | roon the fingers o his |
the boy is smoking his | curls | like a young pan a |
and the long lank unwashed | curls | of the hardened felon cocky |