The small boy happily spun the new toy in his hands. He was absorbed by the little glassy ball that winked up at him. Gregor looked up with one eye and was just in time to see his other eye go spinning into the air, turn a few times and then plummet back to the floor. He was beginning to doubt the wisdom of allowing his son to play with his eye, as it rolled inevitably under the piano – again.
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by jojo52
@ 2005-12-08 - 19:03:44
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2005-12-08 @ 19:14
2005-12-08 @ 19:14
I love all of your blogs! Appeals to my sense of humour! X
| jojo52 [Member] 2005-12-08 @ 19:19 |
Thanks, I try to keep it simple, sometimes it works and others............













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