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December 31st, 2011 at 4:43 pm
I always forget to name the fack-batcher. xo
December 31st, 2011 at 7:56 am
Encore?
Fack-batcher, scrern fond, froney-hipper, dan,
Fine wass, glottle bush, bris is there whe weban?
Gasp, rork, fatula, spammer, hails and nan,
Peedle, nisk, whuttleshock . . .
Thank you for looking and naming, Marylinn. xx
December 30th, 2011 at 5:22 pm
Back-scratcher, fern frond, honey dipper, fan.
Wine glass, bottle brush, is this where we began?
Rasp, fork, spatula, hammer, nails and pen.
Needle, whisk, shuttlecock, let’s say them all again. xo