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The cookie jar at your grandma’s house has gone missing. No one else in the family is concerned, except for you, because you know the truth about what was inside…

Elves

Poetry

Cookie jar vanished

mischief in cool midnight air,

tiny runs of crumbs,

a giggle in the rafters

elves strike sweetly, swift and bold.

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15 days ago

Ooh elves.

Bertie

I am an ardent fan of my favourite pastime, which is shouting at the wireless. I have mostly my own teeth and can still get myself to the bathroom without too many accidents. I prefer my wine both copious and red.

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