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Post by petra6 on Mar 1, 2022 19:29:46 GMT -5
I saw charliemanson mowing a lawn today, or someone very like him, and i didn't care cause it is spring and if ol charlie has grass to cut, then i guess its ok with me.
God! what a day this is, when all of nature slips on some clothes, and the women slip some off. even the neighborladie, full and ripe in her years, has shed to shorts and halter
i'm thinking of making her aquaintance today. i'm thinking iced kahluahs over the backyard fence. johneckstore say her husband works weekends, i say that's foolish. You know it occurs to me that if olcharlie had seen more days like this...we wounta had all that trouble.
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Post by agrimmeer on Mar 1, 2022 21:22:25 GMT -5
under that daisy blaze, you sing of the skies’ singing.
I don’t know if the anger-fused would too, but like you I hope I hope, cranking my neck.
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Post by Petra on Mar 1, 2022 22:25:48 GMT -5
You are a true brother of the word, agrimmeer. And i do indeed sing of the sky's singing.
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Post by tymber on Mar 4, 2022 10:54:21 GMT -5
Mebbe, mebbe not
Mebbe he’s hotheaded
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Post by agrimmeer on Mar 5, 2022 12:18:26 GMT -5
some days, we got to wave our braggy babble, con flag ration; the head’s hot till its not.
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