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Thank you
The Sun has returned
Thank you
The Sun has returned
Sticking Together.
Harry was cursing, swearing turning the air blue.
Mary said Harry what the hell is wrong with you.
He replied this glue says it sticks anything together.
So, I have repaired my shoes that are made of leather.
As Harry stood there with size nines glued to his hands.
Mary said Harry you really are a stupid man.
Tobani July 2025
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Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (
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