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Well at least one true friend was nice to me.
There's still time. Don't be a fool. |
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I may leave a fowarding addrress.
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#3
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I heard things.
I heard thiiings. |
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#4
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Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes are more increasing; The time is spent, her object will away, And from her twining arms doth urge releasing. 'Pity,' she cries, 'some favour, some remorse!' Away he springs and hasteth to his horse. But, lo, from forth a copse that neighbors by, A breeding jennet, lusty, young and proud, Adonis' trampling courser doth espy, And forth she rushes, snorts and neighs aloud: The strong-neck'd steed, being tied unto a tree, Breaketh his rein, and to her straight goes he. |
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Stopping by Friends on an Unsuspecting Day
Whose place this is I think I know, His house is in the village though. He will see me stopping here, To watch his place fill up with one more. My little noodle thinks it queer, To stop without a friend to me near, Between the last time off a this time, The darkest day of all the years. He gives his idea and to all a shake, To make sure there is no mistake. The only other sound's the two, And they do not speak to the flake. The turns of life are cruel... dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And nowhere to go..they stay within and with me they weep And nowhere to go..they stay within and with me they weep -- mdf |
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#6
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Pies?
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#7
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Quote:
OOOOOOOOOO |
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#8
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I am eyelined by this bestowal.
I have more. Not eyeliner Poims. |
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#9
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Quote:
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO |
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#10
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He may be dead but he's still pretty damned upset Morte. ![]() |
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