Blue bells. Don't go down into bluebell wood No decent fairy ever should. I don't know where those fairies are? We are packed quite tight on each Nightjar. We do not really want to fly when this taxi passes by. And we do not want to spread our little wings and look ill bred. In Bluebell woods the... Sign in to see full entry.
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