The Knotted Squelch buried deep in the ball — not as deep as others, but twice as tall.
The Knotted Squelch slips across the lawn, eyes darting wildly, clothes all torn.
The Knotted Squelch kneels 'neath the gutters. The Knotted Squelch runs with others in the daisies.
The Knotted Squelch accepts the ball when it's thrown. Whenever it's thrown.
The Knotted Squelch flies opportunities to the shore. The Knotted Squelch doesn't want to play anymore.
The Knotted Squelch and the Archaeologist undo each other.
The Knotted Squelch doesn't hide well.
Duck, Duck, Cockatiel
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The move is officially complete, though I'm still living with a few islands
of stuff—the main one located in what agents like to call the "meals area".
Rea...
7 years ago
2 comments:
Sounds vaguely uncomfortable, really.
Oh it was. Damn Harry and his bin.
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