She stood on the bridge at midnight, her lips were all a quiver
She gave a cough
Her leg fell off
And floated down the river
Posted By: bird table on October 20th 2017 at 08:11:09
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- Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, through the streets in my kilt i’ll go, (NCFC) - Augustus Pablo, Oct 20, 06:42:17
- Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers (NCFC) - Old Git, Oct 20, 07:23:52
- She stood on the bridge at midnight, her lips were all a quiver (NCFC) - bird table, Oct 20, 08:11:09
- Auntie Mary had a canary up the leg of her drawers (NCFC) - Old Git, Oct 20, 07:23:52
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