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An Ode to HimAn Ode to Him I love you very much, oh yes I do,An Ode to Him
I would write a ballad just for you. So here I am with pen & paper, trying so hard to explain your nature. The curly black wisps of your hair my fingers do ravish with care Though slightly scarred and tanning flesh contrasts with mine a clashing mesh, I still twine your hand in mine. An athlete's body I do adore but on you I love it so much more. When the smallest smile breaks across your face, &


My Sweet Cup of TeaMy sweet cup of tea,My Sweet Cup of Tea
How can I put this in the utmost bliss? You are like a dream, flitting gracefully upon my subconscious, a blooming rose of crimson creme; such beauty as yours seems fae and forbidden. Your voice, that of an angel come to earth and spritz with sin, haunts my dreams in melodic tones. Lush pink satin lips begged to be kissed and touches so feathery would send any woman to madness with passion. What sparkling aquamarine emeralds and golden honey molasses eyes do glare seductively into my own. If such nimble hands were more agile, then felinity molds them. Gingerly I glance upon your face and crave to
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"My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No, friends, I love war!
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats..." ~ Herr Major
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"My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No, friends, I love war!
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats..." ~ Herr Major
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"My friends, it has often been said that I like war. Friends, I like war. No, friends, I love war!
I love holocausts. I love blitzkriegs. I love defensive lines. I love sieges, charges, I love mop-up operations, and retreats..." ~ Herr Major
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Engrish !
It's okay to fall down, just be able stand up again.
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Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... - Louis Hector Berlioz
Hokey Pokey Anonymous: A Place to Turn Yourself Around
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