Throw away your little bedsocks
and your Welsh wool knitted jacket,
I will warm the sheets like an electric toaster,
I will lie by your side like the Sunday roast.
Dylan Thomas
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...cathartic inappropriateness for the wounded...I'm so very sorry...if I have inadvertently offended anyone. Forgive me. Also let it be known that these cards have come from a goofy imagination and are not in any way, shape or form, related to my own personal existence which is full of sweetness and light.
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Then he brought the electric toaster over to the water bed sat down beside her, boiling mad and started to lie.
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