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schoonmaken is lijden
met een hele lange ij
ik wil kabouters


A van de Aa said…
Doe mij er ook een paar ....
Mey said…
Maar we krijgen vast last van het befaamde KabouterBevrijdingsFront. ;-)
Anonymous said…
Ow en ik dacht net te zeggen dat mocht je er eentje op overschot vinden ;-)

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