'I gave her my old phone, she was stone delighted, '
the Navan man said:
while his Cork culchie brethren
blew hot and cold into the headpiece
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Ah Geraldine, there is a lilt and prance within you words, and I love the feel of them upon my tongue. But what do I know, a soddy Kansas boy, no less. Phillip
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Ah Geraldine, there is a lilt and prance within you words, and I love the feel of them upon my tongue. But what do I know, a soddy Kansas boy, no less. Phillip