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wordpress smells of pickled onions …

why the brush …

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why the brush … by some so & so of so

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a brush with daft

a brush with paint

a rustic scene

warm strokes of quaint


a head brush rush

a brush with teeth

a brush with hair

& or chimneys


a brush with witch

a brush of broom

a brush with death

that dance of doom


the burning brush

a foxy tail

we scrub-up well

brushes prevail

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December 18, 2016resarfpoetry wordpress smells of pickled onions ... Leave a comment
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