If i close my eyes and drift off, i can still smell the heady aroma of a jar of Perkins Paste, a staple of every school kid of the seventies zip up pencil case. Oh what roads did those pre pubecent sly sniffter moments send me down in latter years.
If i close my eyes and drift off, i can still smell the heady aroma of a jar of Perkins Paste, a staple of every school kid of the seventies zip up pencil case. Oh what roads did those pre pubecent sly sniffter moments send me down in latter years.
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