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Sir Bumpus Bulkerley may his tribe decrease—Awoke, one afternoon from dreams of peace; To see a stranger looking through the gate that kept the common herd from his estate.—-Sir Bumpus did not fly into a passion(One deals with cads in quite another fashion); He merely looked the fellow up & down—(a common person from the market town) & said:Excuse me, but may one elicit, without offence, the object of this visit?“--,”Certainly," said the stranger, with a yawn. “I stopped to count the plantains on your lawn.”—-R Arkell.

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Hi Feverfew ...
Entertaining rhymes ... :o)))))))

22 Dec, 2012


Ha ha.

22 Dec, 2012

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