Poor Steve. He can't do a thing about it.
He screams and rattles his cage door, but fleeting shadows continue
putting up art work in "his froup." The louder he rants and the more
offensive, inflammatory language he uses, the more frustrated and
desperate he becomes.
Dearest Steve ... careful, lest you give yourself a coronary.
My best regards,
VV
God Save Her Majesty the Queen.
God Preserve the Prince of Wales.
Rule Britannia!
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