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And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

And so we laughed, and then we shared.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

A rainy day in the greenhouse,
Meditating on the drip on my foot through a gap.
A slight pane.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

I, the uncarved block.
Many reincarnations.
Ready for a new knock.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

Life’s better when your not rushing to finish it,
The stoned fruits are plentiful,
And the vegetables fermentable.
Without brambles there are no berries.
Syrupy September sun dapples through branches.
Crunching on tomatoes like apples and apples to pulp,
enough to sacrifice to the birds and the bugs.
The children leisurely intercept the ice cream van after a summer learning its route.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

The Cotswold Way:
The one eyed pony told me about you,
In her socket I saw a few.
In a mareish dream she came back to say,
Without your eyes you will find the way.

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Slut for spring

She told me I had tigers eyes in the sun
tuck that asparagus in my waistband
Little do ewe know
That this tale will be docked
In the poly tunnel trailing tomatoes to the sun like the pied piper
Sweating buckets in the May heat giving them a good salty watering
Do you like the kings head
I prefer the princess’
Grinding pepper into the sleeve of my dressing gown
The wind up my shirt on a hot drive
Never do a leg day with a Sherpa

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Hungry for Moor

A few weeks out the dojo but the gains are mental,
West country Cider has me reaching for the Dartsmoor than usual.
Two red kites courting, no strings attached.
Reading Poetics the fallacy might be pathetic.

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes

Cold days and warm vibes