F*#^!
Two down.
posted by clock-a-clay at 7:07 PM
"While grassy forest quake surprise. And the wild wind sobs and sighs, My gold home rocks as like to fall, On its pillar green and tall, When the pattering rain drives by, Clock-a-Clay keeps warm and dry." --John Clare
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Hang in there, lady!!
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