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Sunday, 22 March 2009

Spring has Sprung

The grass has riz. I wonder where the boidies is. The boides is on the wing. Don't be absoid. The wings is on the boid.

The drawing above is a fairly accurate rendition of my brain at this time of year.

Alice who used to be Frank is coming for roast lamb tonight.


  1. Each of they boides thinks he's on his oin, but don't know that he's really in a big oiganized picture.

    Have we portalled to the Bronx or Norfolk or somewhere?


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