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#gossiping
I heard, he gets super social during the winter, and then lives the single life during the summer. I heard he's a social butterfly, charming as a satyr I heard he used to live in the white house I heard he has the coordination of a God, balance so awesome he could walk across mountains climb trees I heard he's a wicked hedonist. I heard he can jump 5 feet high! I heard he is brilliant, like rocket scientist brilliant Like can con you out of your pants brilliant. I heard he INVENTED COFFEE. I heard he's super curious open, like if he sees something new he HAS to explore it. Yeah, I heard he'll try anything twice. I heard his sister has a beard I heard she's super dominant I heard he doesn't cry I heard he doesn't even have tear ducts I heard he can learn his own name, and come to it. I wish I could party with a goat.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
This guy is a party ANIMAL
she swishes her gossiping brag like the reddest red flag our confidences cannot be entrusted to her ear she has a propensity to broadcast them clarion clear she'll cajole you with her amiable speak then by not checking the tongue all will leak impart no details keep them safe unto self as the idle talker respects not even herself
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Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
Gossiping Brag
her spirit is there today with her dime that fear her face like Nefertiti but in a garage that fit her sleeve these peeves roar her suffrage but shakes her clams in a menagerie
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
drive-by news
Winter can be fun too, For me and you. Goodbye to heat waves, And iced chilled drinks you crave. Adieus to flies bugs and bees, Hay fever, poison ivy and also allergies. Appetites increase, Cooking and baking never cease, Not to forget mending and sewing, And over a cup of hot tea gossiping. Fire-places aglow, Whilst landscape is carpeted with snow, Children enjoy indoor games in the basement below. Sled riding, ice skating, tobagonning, and making snowman can be fun, With the promise of a glowing sun. In the mornings dad's car can be stubborn, But a little wooing and engine warm up it can be won. Winter too is happy time, More time for poetry, with rhythm and rhyme.
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Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
Winter