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Having a lovely day out in the sun, reading under a tree... When a bird flies over and poops on one of your favourite books. A lot.
Hear me birds, you have lost your feeder with special treats outside the garden indefinately.
~ Ka
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Vinur, vinur skilur tú meg? Veitst tú ongan loyniveg?
Hevur tú reikađ líka sum eg,
í endaleysu tokuni?
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