Local Asshole Now Local Asshole With Blog: The Twisted Brain Wrong of a One-Off Man-Mental
We've loads of these lads in our vicinity. If you ever want to exchange a few poems on the subject, I'm up for it.
A friend of mine has a knack of finding jay feathers, those wing feathers with the blue colour. She has a little collection of these gems, like flower stems stuck into a sponge. I have a fancy of being able to find one for her, and have searched places where I know there are jays, but have never managed to find one. She has the special draoicht, not I.
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