Stumbles across the finish line . . .
unyawn
yinyawn
yawndeer
Oh and one more . . .
foallow
Monday 30 April 2012
Sunday 1 April 2012
Dirty Words
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Soon I may have to wash my window clean, as all dirty words should be washed clean, and the glass will no longer be a canvas for filthy extemporised pwoermds. But worry not – there is a door of a building on a busy main street near me which hasn’t been washed in donkeys years, and already my poetic finger is hovering over it.
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Another three to get the ball rolling:
uniqueue
avoiq
curt)(ains
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