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Hivernant | |||
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Hivernant |
The poem reads: When beer is spilt and tears are shed, May the milk that was spilt fill you with cheer. | |||
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Booshway |
Nice job!! but I don't understand the milk part,unless it's what I think it means. | |||
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Booshway |
Naughty, but nice! Tuscarora | |||
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Hivernant |
The cow bolted and kicked over the bucket, but come to think of it ,the milkmaid is pouring out all over to. | |||
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Booshway |
Long as the cow did'nt start a fire | |||
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Booshway |
that be a naked women on the other side? Wild as the wind | |||
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Hivernant |
No she is not naked but she is filled to the brim and spilling over. | |||
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Booshway |
OOOH MY!!!!!!! | |||
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