Comfort in darkness
Comfort in darkness,
bitterness, burn. This is a
perfect pint of stout.
bitterness, burn. This is a
perfect pint of stout.
posted by Pete Green at
20:08
22 June 2007
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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