a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
the online home of Ford Dagenham
Friday, 19 April 2013
NOT SUGAR PUFFS
cant watch a pretty nurse come out the toilet without thinking of her on there small knick-knicks crumpled in a puddle round her ankles and a quiet freshwater spring tinkle that echoes off tile smelling of care and healing
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