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Three legs, four eyes, five hands, and two heads, they could not beleive, he was there, and born, but they had to, when they saw him ahem!, what could they do, look bewildered and flat, and in shock do a full spat, they walked around, looked him full, it was an average hour, they spent with him, in single or groups, then they returned, very seldom to come back, to work their lives, with two legs, two eyes, two hands and a head.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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