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The wee little troll He licked my arm I really don't think He meant any harm ****** and disgusting In his piggish ways He moves very slowly And begins to play In his pointy shoes He runs and frolics Falls on his face Wrinkles his nose Decides to sit down And begin to show How he can behave To receive his treat Which is a nice rub To his wee, little, feet
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
julia-a-morrison
The Troll
The wee little troll He licked my arm I really don't think He meant any harm ****** and disgusting In his piggish ways He moves very slowly And begins to play In his pointy shoes He runs and frolics Falls on his face Wrinkles his nose Decides to sit down And begin to show How he can behave To receive his treat Which is a nice rub To his wee, little, feet
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In life stories form all informed knowing, be it beautiful adversity universally re-co-known acknowledged with smiles, and nods, sense of yes, I know, I think, I see you think, so, I know, I did finish writing something meaningful; or, be it in every way some other way. I think you may imagine you agree. In conscience used, we take science, knowledge of beauty, chaotic clouds, bending rays of sunshine, evening the heave offering, leaving smooth cool of the day white sugar desert dunes, to an ant or bee. {KJB, viable Bible archetype, declares phonetic remenants of Eber's unconfused use of letters, towb rah translate as good and evil, but better see טוֹברַע good and bad, useful and useless to the point of wasting effort, in a take it easy world, where we know enough, drink, remember when it was, plenty of water, no real enemies yet, and only one barrier, over which those beautiful wild seeds have been carried, by ravens, and doves and rodents who surface only in the night. Let's recall an old told tale, how folks skinned in many colors we continue to be coated with, all lost the knowledge that lying was used, to steal, during lives times when we are parts in wholes, until all things continuing, combine your will to wonder what I imagined I am continuing, with my own will to wander on, meandering through the substance of hope, by my own faith, fi, upright, balanced valence in chemical terms, fit to fight for your right to think wrong, confident my pride has been filed to a point, not my right to be wrong, or do wrong, or lie. To give good reason for cost of learning. The faith that gives reason its point. To tell the truth, sheriffs were good guys, when I was a kid, a wild little goat, indeed, I have seen myself in seven grandchildren and their little heathen friends, so I know, we get more like ourselves, my mother in law said. And now, I keep the peace, wu wei easy knowing towb ra' beautiful efforting life demands in return, for freely eating from all the trees in the garden, thank you.
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Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
kenpepiton
War in Peace, made up
In life stories form all informed knowing, be it beautiful adversity universally re-co-known acknowledged with smiles, and nods, sense of yes, I know, I think, I see you think, so, I know, I did finish writing something meaningful; or, be it in every way some other way. I think you may imagine you agree. In conscience used, we take science, knowledge of beauty, chaotic clouds, bending rays of sunshine, evening the heave offering, leaving smooth cool of the day white sugar desert dunes, to an ant or bee. {KJB, viable Bible archetype, declares phonetic remenants of Eber's unconfused use of letters, towb rah translate as good and evil, but better see טוֹברַע good and bad, useful and useless to the point of wasting effort, in a take it easy world, where we know enough, drink, remember when it was, plenty of water, no real enemies yet, and only one barrier, over which those beautiful wild seeds have been carried, by ravens, and doves and rodents who surface only in the night. Let's recall an old told tale, how folks skinned in many colors we continue to be coated with, all lost the knowledge that lying was used, to steal, during lives times when we are parts in wholes, until all things continuing, combine your will to wonder what I imagined I am continuing, with my own will to wander on, meandering through the substance of hope, by my own faith, fi, upright, balanced valence in chemical terms, fit to fight for your right to think wrong, confident my pride has been filed to a point, not my right to be wrong, or do wrong, or lie. To give good reason for cost of learning. The faith that gives reason its point. To tell the truth, sheriffs were good guys, when I was a kid, a wild little goat, indeed, I have seen myself in seven grandchildren and their little heathen friends, so I know, we get more like ourselves, my mother in law said. And now, I keep the peace, wu wei easy knowing towb ra' beautiful efforting life demands in return, for freely eating from all the trees in the garden, thank you.
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