Tag: and why not
group name: yourownwork
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December 01, 2008 06:27 PM EST --
I copied this from Wilma's site, might as well do it, it is all over
Gather. so here goes.
1. Where is your cell phone? purse
2 Your significant other? . . .
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July 23, 2007 07:51 PM EDT --
When we look up in the sky
to see the lovely moon
Did you ever wonder why
some of it is gone so soon
Well, the part that is so shiny
The silvery . . .
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August 02, 2007 12:55 PM EDT --
We are allowed one chance in this life to do things that make our time
spent here on hallowed ground worth while. Willow was young
and wanted very much to follow her dream . . .
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October 09, 2007 02:44 AM EDT --
There was no disputing the sound of the slow put put of the helicopter
blades making preparations to put down next to the wounded man
who had put himself in jeopardy for his . . .
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January 01, 2008 09:03 PM EST --
Like a met eorological co met passing us by
or a met allic met eorite, racing high in the sky
we think of life met aphorically using a met . . .
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November 14, 2007 01:01 PM EST --
There was a f air maiden named Cinder air ia, the daughter of a wealthy
man named Alist air . Cinder air ia's mother passed away and Alist air
. . .
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December 13, 2007 04:06 PM EST --
You know about the Weatherman
You usually can't believe anything they say
Well looking out my window
They sure were right about today . . .
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March 30, 2008 03:09 PM EDT --
The alien stepped out of his spaceship
shedding a strange eerie light
The young man driving the car
Slammed his brakes on at the sight
The alien approached him . . .
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April 06, 2008 04:02 AM EDT --
It's eight, I'm Late
For a very important date
My fear won't dissipate
They are at the starting gate
The engines are all revving
On the track with . . .
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April 27, 2008 12:13 AM EDT --
The car was stopped
The window was down
and the tired old zebra
was walking from town
He looked into the car
A young man sitting there
Eating his lunch
without . . .
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September 11, 2008 02:46 AM EDT --
I'm not a gerbil or a hamster
But I feel like one some days
When I'm running on my treadmill
Going every which aways
I don't know what gets me started . . .
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July 12, 2007 04:05 AM EDT --
Perhaps perfectly perfected perennials permitted periods of premature
picking perpetuated proper permanent perplexing permission personally
preventing persecution of persons, people or proprietors . . .
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July 18, 2007 01:04 PM EDT --
I am reading away
An article I found
Has something to say
I like how it sounds
I will print it out
And save it I think
So I push the . . .
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August 13, 2007 09:56 AM EDT --
It's important in life to find your love
No matter where he is hiding
A hint a clue, they're all around
Find his scent and track him down
. . .
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August 23, 2007 07:03 PM EDT --
Penelope and Penny prepared their thoughts, pensively and carefully
for the upcoming trial for which they were called as witnesses, avoiding
the possibility of being charged . . .
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September 19, 2007 02:48 AM EDT --
The sun arose with all of its power,
flowers glimmered with dew fresh from the shower
That left as the last claps of thunder bellowed
Leaving the dawn cooled, sweet and mellowed . . .
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October 03, 2007 01:33 PM EDT --
The orchestra was tuning up for Tyrone, the Baritone who was
about to take the stage, having problems, as his weight had
ballooned from eating too many Cantonese meals. A walkway was . . .
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October 06, 2007 03:44 AM EDT --
October is Here
It should be pleasant out
Yet air is still so sticky
Scat humidity
Don't you know it's time
For the trees to start to turn . . .
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August 16, 2007 01:55 PM EDT --
Went out shopping again today
Once more to the grocery store
I keep forgetting just one thing
So I have to go back for more
Now we use a lot of paper plates . . .
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September 04, 2007 12:58 PM EDT --
My Cup of tea would be made of dandelion leaves
Brewed so very perfectly, even William it would please
I would serve it up with scones, and little cucumber sandwiches
Marge, and Wilma and I . . .
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