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The Singing Bulldog

Another minion has entered the field. The family genius unable to yield. I guess the peace has now been broke. The son of satan takes a poke. More joy doth spread on this fine day. More fertilizer cast out for the hay. Like I said it comes ten-fold. No more warnings you have been told. The trolling bullies they come once more. Even more vulgar than before. I guess we'll see what daylight brings. The bulldog is loose and now he sings.

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Indiana Shaw

Date: 4/10/2020 7:44:00 PM

Yap, yap, growl, yelp . . . ; )

Mark Koplin
Date: 4/11/2020 8:13:00 AM

Thanks for stopping by Shaw. Have a safe day

Jan Allison

Date: 4/3/2020 9:42:00 AM

wish I could get grow bags and fertilizer, they are rarer than loo rolls here:-( hugs Jan xx

Mark Koplin
Date: 4/3/2020 1:34:00 PM

Not here. it's everywhere.

Jan Allison

Date: 4/3/2020 9:41:00 AM

You are like a dog with a bone lol, thanks for making me smile, yeah I see someone has crawled out of the woodwork recently its quite a miracle in many ways lol:-) hugs Jan xx

Mark Koplin
Date: 4/3/2020 1:33:00 PM

lol... a tasty bone. I like to step on things that crawl.