CHEEK to cheek with a sleek snake, I
SMELT something few can smell: its
VENOM. The smell might be called weak,
SMALL, in the scale of things, even pip-squeak.
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ludic verbosity for the win
CHEEK to cheek with a sleek snake, I
SMELT something few can smell: its
VENOM. The smell might be called weak,
SMALL, in the scale of things, even pip-squeak.
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Really your Dad!? What a picture.
Yup. Long time ago, and not really what he would normally be doing, so a unique photo. Most of his time was spent playing – or thinking about – chess.