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Elsie Fanwick removed the
knitting needle from under each armpit, skewered the ends of each into a large
pink ball of wool and placed it neatly ..
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‘Hey dad,’ said
Nigel Mullins, glancing up from his orange squash and peering out through the
window of the little café at th..
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Harry crumble raised an eyebrow
thoughtfully and stared out through the small kitchenette window of his high
rise flat and into the inky black n..
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‘It wor like bein’ struck wi
lightenin’, white lightenin’ an’all,’ explained Stumpy Reed, raising his
eyebro..
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My life
is not based on a true story, mouthed
big Dan, the world's tallest living dwarf as he savagely hacked the words into
a slice of toast with ..
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I
came across a Jumpher
A
jumphin’ up at me.
It
wasn’t very springy
As
far as i could see.
It
tried to do someother..
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I softly went a huntin’
To find some softly sheep,
I cannot count without them
To lull me back to sleep.
‘Where art th..
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I once awoke into a dreamAnd there I saw a sight.Adrift, a draft of DaffodilsBreezed on a hard day's night.Still looking up and at the sky,A Dandelion..
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If need be Norbert you could nowThe asphyx of my flowers plough-The silence of your boom aswellWould hyde within my tree so well.And in this ill of lo..
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I have a fat and furry friendAll pink and spotty black.I grew him from some Camembert-The smelly little Rat!He is my very Mouse-PigFor that’s hi..
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