Fiona
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Really? This will give you your fix for the next little while. icy poles, icy poles icy poles icy poles.haha I haven't heard anyone say icy poles for years![]()
Really? This will give you your fix for the next little while. icy poles, icy poles icy poles icy poles.haha I haven't heard anyone say icy poles for years![]()
Everyone I know calls them icy poles where I live in NSWhaha I haven't heard anyone say icy poles for years![]()
thats his front yard.ryanginns
33 minutes ago · Rose Bay Beach
Get out of here..
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I love those Cyclone iceblocks, I just bought a box at the supermarket todayView attachment 47971
Everyone I know calls them icy poles where I live in NSWProbably one of those regional difference things depending on where you live? A bit like Potato Scallops and Potato Cakes (I say scallops).
It's a shared backyard for the apartment block where he livesthats his front yard.
Lol did he force you say 6 like a New Zealander?Yeah I used to call them icy poles until we moved to NZ when I was around 11, I went to buy one and was made fun of, so have said ice blocks ever since. lol
The maths school teacher made me say the 6 times table,6 x 6 =36, a bit embarrassing saying 'sex' in front of the class lol
No they thought I said 6 funny... it goes both ways lolLol did he force you say 6 like a New Zealander?
When she was younger and visiting there for the first time, my mum got confused this one time when a guy was talking about 'bed' and 'beard'.
Priya Malik @OMGPriyaMalik now
"I want you to write on my body, scrawl a poem across the arch of my back..." New poem published at http://priyamalik.com/2014/12/14/write-on-my-body-2/…
Write on my body…
December 14, 2014 / Priya Malik
I want you to write on my body,
Scrawl a poem across the arch of my back
Slowly ink a sonnet on my bare breasts
Carve a vertically lined Haiku down my upper thighs
Dipping corners of my elbows in layers of prose
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The slope of my arse craves a free verse
With no rhyme or rhythm or meter
I want you to drop the words from the curves of my waist
I want you to catch them sliding down the slope of my hips,
Then cup them up with both your hands and ride them through my hair,
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I want you to encircle my navel with the tip of your tongue,
In cinquains that last longer than five lines,
I want you to pick up each word with your hungry mouth,
And impregnate them into long ballads
Until they swell deep inside my womb
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I want you to write stories on my body,
About God and life and birth and death,
About who you are and who you want to be,
I want you to leave bruises on my soul.
timdormer
22 hours ago · The Potting Shed at The Grounds
Treating my folks to dinner #ThePottingShed @TheGroundsOfAlexandria SOOOO many plants here, I love it!!
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