10-30-2009, 01:40 PM
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Oh Ysobel why did you go
make strange patterns into the snow |
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10-30-2009, 03:42 PM
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Oh Ysobel why did you go
make strange patterns into the snow each devil and demon seems plotting and scheming
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10-30-2009, 04:01 PM
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Spone to Proonerisms
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Oh Ysobel why did you go
make strange patterns into the snow each devil and demon seems plotting and scheming to make you his unwilling ho
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...and another handful of almonds |
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10-30-2009, 10:30 PM
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The apple was red, crisp, and tart
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01-04-2010, 01:01 AM
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Spone to Proonerisms
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The apple was red, crisp, and tart
Like a flavorful work of fine art
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...and another handful of almonds |
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01-04-2010, 03:17 PM
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The apple was red, crisp, and tart
Like a flavorful work of fine art He sliced it in half With a sinister laugh
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01-04-2010, 06:42 PM
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It isn't easy being green
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The apple was red, crisp, and tart
Like a flavorful work of fine art He sliced it in half With a sinister laugh And left it to brown, dry, and rot |
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01-05-2010, 12:43 AM
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left hanging
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To hell with this damn meditating
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01-05-2010, 05:16 PM
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It isn't easy being green
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To hell with this damn meditating
And I forever eschew online dating |
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01-05-2010, 05:23 PM
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To hell with this damn meditating
And I forever eschew online dating but then I bemoan |
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01-06-2010, 12:58 AM
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To hell with this damn meditating
And I forever eschew online dating but then I bemoan I'm home all alone
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01-08-2010, 05:53 PM
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It isn't easy being green
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To hell with this damn meditating
And I forever eschew online dating but then I bemoan I'm home all alone not mating, and hating the waiting |
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01-09-2010, 12:26 PM
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My foot slipped; I fell on the ice
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01-09-2010, 12:44 PM
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My foot slipped; I fell on the ice
So did my tongue - it wasn't nice |
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01-09-2010, 12:48 PM
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My foot slipped; I fell on the ice
So did my tongue - it wasn't nice The bitten-off end
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