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Merrily, merrily, oh let it be Now is the time of good things for me. Give me some sunshine, that I may see All that is beautiful, welcome and free. next word: Seasons | ~~~~Littera scripta manet~~~ the written word remains. (the saying continues; The weak word perishes) |
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| Posts: 3793 | Location: Scotland | Registered: 12-15-02 |    |
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Seasons come and seasons go like the ebb of the ocean they can't be stopped. Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall there is reason for them all. Next word: verbose | "Do all things with love." Og Mandino |
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| Posts: 4747 | Location: The Official "Surf City, USA" | Registered: 10-12-01 |    |
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Explorer Quoteland Titan
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Utopia it brings many strange things in light of the day whisper your troubles away. Next - troubles 
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| Posts: 4943 | Location: my enchanted forest | Registered: 09-14-02 |    |
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Oh, my sewing machine it brings me such troubles, I sit there and groan as my sanity bubbles. Into the night on and on I go making this jacket, forever I sew.  next: Maestro e t a k e a l o o k a r o u n d a n d b e i n s p i r e d
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| Posts: 499 | Location: the City | Registered: 08-06-02 |    |
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A maestro is a teacher In the language of Spain In Italian it’s a Master Of an art or a trade, A composer, a conductor, a teacher of music and ballet But no matter the language And no matter what the trade A Maestro always excels | "Do all things with love." Og Mandino |
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| Posts: 4747 | Location: The Official "Surf City, USA" | Registered: 10-12-01 |    |
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My last post in this thread was 2 months ago  where from did these words come? it almost feels like simulacrum, it could have been a dream, or (last night's) mystical rum! Next word: Rum  ----------------------- D_w's bottomline: ~ Fuzziesareourmaster ~ -----------------------
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| Posts: 3196 | Location: Melbourne, Australia | Registered: 06-26-03 |    |
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fixation
Lips which sneaked kisses stealthily upon the skin of my affection, She sexily slipped smiles, which heavily cemented a heavenly fixation. Remembering embers burning through the winter, That steadily lingered till the seasons skipped to summer. The humming and the whispers I lovingly yearned for, Soared sweetly, strumming with the strings of my guitar. Touches and presses of body upon bedspreads, Showers, then wrestles against box springs and mattress. Memories embedded themselves endlessly in my brain, Holding more than my heart can ever contain. Maintaining my sanity mainly by reminisces, That infinitely tells my soul of what it misses.
Next word: meddle
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I slit my palm open with the pen, and slammed my hand against the pad, And the letters imprinted from my blood like footprints upon sand...
my suicide.
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| Posts: 1140 | Location: California | Registered: 04-20-01 |    |
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Waking up, To uncertain days, There's nothing I read that's true, Except your smile, Simple, sweet uncanny how the light rushes in on you and me, Unaltered in an altering world that likes to meddle with the mind, Savagely shattering ideas of living and love... A cruel author of the human life, But you still ring true, Taking the chance to look through the madness, Into who I am, Into who loves you...
NeXT:-)
Proclaim
------------------------------------------------------------ "As the mind expands the heart grows."
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| Posts: 4232 | Location: Land of Lincoln, USA | Registered: 01-29-03 |    |
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