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Seriously we need a new picture uploader
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Nesta wrote:
Seriously we need a new picture uploaded 
we do : (
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oooooo can I share a poem with u I think ull like
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Also EU people... Go register urself on this initiative to stop finning

www.stop-finning-eu.org/
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BunnyButts wrote:
oooooo can I share a poem with u I think ull like
Oki
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Nesta wrote:
BunnyButts wrote:
oooooo can I share a poem with u I think ull like
Oki
Meeting at Night
Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
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BunnyButts wrote:
Nesta wrote:
BunnyButts wrote:
oooooo can I share a poem with u I think ull like
Oki
Meeting at Night
Robert Browning

The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!
Thanks. I like it! 
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