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 |
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