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70 miles an hour and the crash called Said now is your time and I am the wall To smash you and trash you, turn you into pulp And the mini bus driver just thought it a joke I'd just overtaken that bus full of guys Now the truck getting nearer, I'm nearly alongside No warning atall and the minibus was there Filling my windscreen with a heartrending scare There never was room for him to get up ahead I thought this was it, 3 of us will be dead The two dogs as well there would have met the same fate I don't know how but I stood on the brake Into the traffic there on my right I managed to avoid them kept the barrier in sight Now the rear of the bus less than a foot from my front The crash barrier about six inches to my right I stayed in control but I still don't know how My wife was in tears mother in law white I'll never know why we're still alive Someone or something made sure we survived
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Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
0830 This Morning East Bound On The M5
He was a 5 foot 6 walked like.he had two wrecking ***** between his legs. Rollling at the shoulders sleeves rolleed up Had that common disease No-ass-atall but was packin heat Up front. Slept in a hammock even when home. Loose fit boxers housed the snake. Before the *** made him succumb. Uncle James.was a man to be dealt with. Slept in a canvas hammock even when at home. A sailor's sailor tough to the bone. Generous to a fault. He was never mean to us kids, his long gone Baby sister's kids. He would roar not talk. Always a strange look in his eyes when he looked at us kids. I later realized it was pain. And love rolled up in one. He loved all us kids ******** all. Battle scarred kisser. Never backed down Never stayed down they told me later Then **** he was gone. Strange. The family did not make a big fuss. Strange. What do you do with the drunken sailor Early in the morning. Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning. Pull out the plug and wet him all over Early in the morning.. Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Heave ** and up she rises Early in the morning.
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
sailor's chanty-shanty
you call me non stop you wont let up we had *** so what do you want from me? no blue ribbon you easy lay. I'm a man in love with *** you gave it up too bad for you. here i sit laughing at you you gave up i did not force you atall. was i the best you ever had? get over it! off to the next easy lay.
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
you are one nasty piece
a stopping sort of started ending newing knewing sort of ended stopped and beganed sort of yesing sort of wooing newing       sortofandalso                                   alsok         i          nd of stopped starting begunning like well gee the summer was a nasal laughing roughness kind of sort of.             i'd like to kind of   or else to maybe                                               with autumn who was distinctly haired         in rich arresting dead                that kind of starting stopping started                                                                                     or well i'd like to think      it,swellwhynotanywaybecause noone never didn't atall even in the big gabled church of dawn that strung the sky with gelatinous heaving fibers all rabidly gesticulating puffy sansfinger hands grimaced on the slender naked blue and black and bursting sort of kind of because sinewed fluffy hammers on because wrists because                                                when you get all ***** in the mucky sterile daughters little pink little rose bud climbing open little rose bud up open big blooming like pink little sort of big sort of small sort of rose bud         you kind ofwell you clean kind of your you you clean kind of clean it straight razor cleaning your you           you cleaned with her big sharp little ******* all sharp and little and big under her shirts under her skirts kind of sort of because                             that,s                             wher                              e                             she keeps it she                             keepsitin there                                                                                                                        summer: she was unfreezing fresh squeezed lemon wedges sugar hilltops sweaty laughing nightmares in the big in the pale in the cordial surly pillow thick skinny heaps of gobbled luscious hot raining balmy slow quaking deaths every day i stood on that hill and i looked out over the city and she was really well gee sort of because.... . . . .               .                ,       ;       '                "
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Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
a stopping sort of started ending
a stopping sort of started ending newing knewing sort of ended stopped and beganed sort of yesing sort of wooing newing       sortofandalso                                   alsok         i          nd of stopped starting begunning like well gee the summer was a nasal laughing roughness kind of sort of.             i'd like to kind of   or else to maybe                                               with autumn who was distinctly haired         in rich arresting dead                that kind of starting stopping started                                                                                     or well i'd like to think      it,swellwhynotanywaybecause noone never didn't atall even in the big gabled church of dawn that strung the sky with gelatinous heaving fibers all rabidly gesticulating puffy sansfinger hands grimaced on the slender naked blue and black and bursting sort of kind of because sinewed fluffy hammers on because wrists because                                                when you get all ***** in the mucky sterile daughters little pink little rose bud climbing open little rose bud up open big blooming like pink little sort of big sort of small sort of rose bud         you kind ofwell you clean kind of your you you clean kind of clean it straight razor cleaning your you           you cleaned with her big sharp little ******* all sharp and little and big under her shirts under her skirts kind of sort of because                             that,s                             wher                              e                             she keeps it she                             keepsitin there                                                                                                                        summer: she was unfreezing fresh squeezed lemon wedges sugar hilltops sweaty laughing nightmares in the big in the pale in the cordial surly pillow thick skinny heaps of gobbled luscious hot raining balmy slow quaking deaths every day i stood on that hill and i looked out over the city and she was really well gee sort of because.... . . . .               .                ,       ;       '                "
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you call me non stop you wont let up we had *** so what do you want from me? no blue ribbon you easy lay. I'm a man in love with *** you gave it up too bad for you. here i sit laughing at you you gave up i did not force you atall. was i the best you ever had? get over it! off to the next easy lay.
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Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
you are one nasty piece
And we left out for fun, You told me just us, all alone, I said all I need is to break free, You told for my company, I just smiled back dreaming. We sat there in middle of the cafe, I talked and you too spoke out, all was great as I ever believed, You told things are not the same, I said I just dont care atall, 'Coz rest of the world grins, No matter if I cry or smile. And now I was all pleased, As if it was only me and you, You smiled and end the day, I thanked you for all the smiles, You seemed like you mind not, But I knew by then it may not last, 'Coz I tend to lose love, For the price of aloof-ness, Though it aint easy for all hearts. Time left making a memory, You came back smiling for me, You talked and blurted out, Too much that you never thought, That I'ld just crash it out unsigned, You left and I resolved never again, I know you 'ld not but I'm me forever, 'Coz rest of the world grins always, No matter even if you hate and I love.
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Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 1:07 AM UTC
Rest of the world!
The loner path, where my footfall is heard, there it came calling the urge that i on my own hand fall, i wouldn't dare atall, i wouldn't dare. For the glories of tomorrow i long to behold, so i wouldn't dare. When present predicament is forgotten, in the grave where the remains of yesterday is laid to rise no more. Though the urge came calling as of the wind of the west, yet i wouldn't dare atall,i wouldnt dare. For the glories of tomorrow i long to behold. So i wouldn't dare.
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
The Urge