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I am a Deviously Deviant
AriesZodiac
Female/Ireland
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Last Visit: 4 weeks ago
Anne
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Of course! Though I was looking over the agreement for posting, and I'm not sure I like the terms, so I don't know if I'll post it here after all. I might just post them on Bebo. But you didn't answer my question about the earrings, and don't forget to measure your wrist (around the bony section) for me too!
Ah! I found another Stealthy friend and Foot member!
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A good siggy I could not find, So I've put down what comes to mind. My Paw-paw has a little ditty, That now I'm sticking in my siggy: My love for you will ever flow, Like water down the 'tater row.
-- So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
Devious Journal Entry
Spring Fever
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A good siggy I could not find,
So I've put down what comes to mind.
My Paw-paw has a little ditty,
That now I'm sticking in my siggy:
My love for you will ever flow,
Like water down the 'tater row.
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So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
View'd his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.
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