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Friday, February 20, 2009
his black heart
The stick man announced his arrival with a tumble of pencils.In sentences of varying lengths he spat out broken bits of lead and brushed the shavings from his hair.He danced a merry doodle and hummed the tune of ‘Is There Anybody There?’.
3 comments:
i ca imagine him quite well
He sounds quite a character.
what an intriguing character -
I'd love to know more...x
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