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"Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened the birds began to sing, Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in his counting house counting out his money, The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes, When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose!" Sometimes a twenty-four black bird pie is too much for one tummy. The black bird stands just under 2" and I forgot the measure the pie. I'll do it later ... when I'm not at work. Adopt?: [link] All creatures in my gallery are designed by me and are protected by law, unless otherwise noted. & © 2008 M. Bridges |
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May 13, 2008
76.3 KB 47.4 KB 600×450 StatisticsCamera Data
471859200/6553600 second
F/1.0 3342 mm 100 Jan 11, 2006, 4:45:00 AM |
Comments
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Je ne t'aime plus, mon amour XD
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"I don't want you to feel betrayed, so I'll be the villain for you." -Yahiro
It's sweet and plump. I like that the bird will fit inside!
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You are beauty, we are beauty, we are divine, unchanged by time.
Soo sweet, love it 8)
SF xx
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Before you criticise someone, walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticise them they are a mile away. And barefoot.
"Sing a song of seven-pence, a pocket full of wheat.
Twenty-seven blue birds, baked in something sweet.
When the cake was cut up, all the birds were dead.
Isn't this a morbid song to have inside your head?"
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I don't know the meaning of the word "surrender". I mean, I know it, I'm not dumb... just not in this context.
I'm a doctor, not an escalator.
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