There’s a vicious rumor goin’ round,
A certain appendage isn’t sound.
I’m a Flying Fox for more than one reason,
When the ladies are in season.
Otherwise it’s tucked away,
Saving for a rainy day.
But when the luscious fruits abound,
Well then, us bats be gettin’ down.
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I am a scientist by trade and artist by soul. My creative outlet used to be dancing but due to injuries and age, I must now find another path. I am hoping my writing, poetry and photography can be this new path.
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January 15, 2015 at 7:07 pm
Hah!
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January 16, 2015 at 10:53 am
🙂 Went caving for the first time this past summer but didn’t run directly into any bats lol
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January 16, 2015 at 10:53 am
Reblogged this on Bohemian NERD* and commented:
He’s so cute!
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January 16, 2015 at 10:55 am
His name was Johnathan and he had a fetish for long blond hair. He was quite the character.
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