I love the way you kneel in your canoe, Ray you're so manly in your short short shorts those thighs and your red nose, Ray - if I didn't know better I'd say it was gin but I know you're out
This was it. A metal leaf bent up at the sides like a rolled tongue. Or rather, a canoe. Handforged from iron. And here the pitted striker, gone at with tiny axes it looked like.
You are soft and have a crisp feel you have the lustrous feeling of silk you resist shrinkage moths and mildew but your ability to absorb moisture is poor which makes you a rotten hankie.