Under the hammer
A celebration of childhood
An impeding stammer...
Words alone matter
When visual sense fails
Estimates broken
Shooting through the shooting forests
On the move and in the hunt
Free to catch fresh scents
As dawn breaks, mend your ways but split your ends...
Tiny terror
Orange fly weight
Box above don't hit below
Speeding through the ever
Changing Seasons come
And people go
A trawler captain
Scoops the loot!
As prices shoot
Purple panther
Pulls the shades
And draws my fire
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