It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fear-full hollow of thine ear.
Monday, May 23, 2005
SchauMirInDieAugenKleines!
The heartbreaker of the lot. For some reason she was very affectionate. Maybe she liked my style - you know the army pants with the tracksuit jacket. Hope she didn't mistake me for the milk provider... intersting thought Posted by Ingale
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