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"clint" poems

Dim the lights Whisper in my ears all night. Hands on my breast Tingle me all the way down Make my legs feel weak Touch me , like I never been touched Make me grasp, while you suck upon my ear Tease me with your tongue, ****** and tear my clothes apart. Unbutton and unzip your trousers and watch me bite the head of your hard **** through your underwear. With my hair in your hands firmly. I take out your **** and start to lick it. Massaging the head of your **** with my cold little slutty mouth. While I rub my clint . While I watch you moan and groan so loud because it feels so good. while I finish ******* the tip of your **** I whisper Papi **** me like a ***** Lift me up and throw me on the bed ,Spread my legs apart , tie my hands together, make me feel like a prisoner. I'm a slave for your pleasure. Direct me ,I can feel your warmth your aching for me. You pull my hair back and ask. is this how you like it ? press your **** deep into my Asian persuasion ***** While I Thump and humpand grind on your property, the key of my pleasure, the key of my ***** I'm craving for your explosion ,upon me , let ur inner soul ****** in me, sweet pleasure , heart beat rising, breathing heavily, seduction at its finest. The taste is so sweet . I upon you. sweetness upon sweetness.With the sounds of pleasure filling the room, echoing " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC

lucia-domingos-fula

Guilty pleasure

Dim the lights Whisper in my ears all night. Hands on my breast Tingle me all the way down Make my legs feel weak Touch me , like I never been touched Make me grasp, while you suck upon my ear Tease me with your tongue, ****** and tear my clothes apart. Unbutton and unzip your trousers and watch me bite the head of your hard **** through your underwear. With my hair in your hands firmly. I take out your **** and start to lick it. Massaging the head of your **** with my cold little slutty mouth. While I rub my clint . While I watch you moan and groan so loud because it feels so good. while I finish ******* the tip of your **** I whisper Papi **** me like a ***** Lift me up and throw me on the bed ,Spread my legs apart , tie my hands together, make me feel like a prisoner. I'm a slave for your pleasure. Direct me ,I can feel your warmth your aching for me. You pull my hair back and ask. is this how you like it ? press your **** deep into my Asian persuasion ***** While I Thump and humpand grind on your property, the key of my pleasure, the key of my ***** I'm craving for your explosion ,upon me , let ur inner soul ****** in me, sweet pleasure , heart beat rising, breathing heavily, seduction at its finest. The taste is so sweet . I upon you. sweetness upon sweetness.With the sounds of pleasure filling the room, echoing " Oh..oh ...umm yess ...yes...YES. .YESSSSSS"

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The Isle of Print What a place it can take you anyplace you can meet anyone I met Sandra Locke when she wrote about Her relationship then her break up with Clint she told about as a child how she sold pop bottles at a General store that was one that took me back but even more exciting was where she was at a place Called Shelbyville Tennessee I know it firsthand one reason it is seventy miles from Nashville and is the Tennessee walking horse capital and all so my wife was born and raised there until she was six we would Take trips there quiet often until two trips we carried her parents to the family cemetery on horse Mountain we have my wife’s brother fighting Leukemia he said thats where he wants to be buried but for Now God’s mercy is preventing that I met a guy and I’m sure you have met him many times also his Name is Samuel Clemens he got a little more famous name when he had one of his many jobs as a Mississippi River boat captain they called him just like when they measured the rivers depth mark twain he was a News paper editor in Calaveras County he brought a simple frog leaping contest national notoriety for Ever after known as the Calaveras bull frog jumping contest I bought three acres for retirement Unfortunately I made like a bull frog and jumped off the property I drove a truck several times into Hannibal Missouri you got a quick leap in your heart and head as you thought about the great river Running by and all of the characters Twain created two losses are recorded there of course twain met A fiery personage that was even greater than him a space traveler with a glory all together wondrous went by The name of Haley the other less known but my heart slows when I think of her eight years old blond Blue eyed her father’s and mother’s pride and joy he was a pastor in northern Illinois she lays in her Sacred rest in Hannibal until that great waking up day as time goes on I get less and less patient if it Weren’t for so many precious ones in danger I would be tempted to pray come Lord Jesus. Well not done By any means just going to stop for now plan on going and doing some hard thinking

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Jan 9, 2012

Jan 9, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC

hal-loyd-denton

The Isle of Print

The Isle of Print What a place it can take you anyplace you can meet anyone I met Sandra Locke when she wrote about Her relationship then her break up with Clint she told about as a child how she sold pop bottles at a General store that was one that took me back but even more exciting was where she was at a place Called Shelbyville Tennessee I know it firsthand one reason it is seventy miles from Nashville and is the Tennessee walking horse capital and all so my wife was born and raised there until she was six we would Take trips there quiet often until two trips we carried her parents to the family cemetery on horse Mountain we have my wife’s brother fighting Leukemia he said thats where he wants to be buried but for Now God’s mercy is preventing that I met a guy and I’m sure you have met him many times also his Name is Samuel Clemens he got a little more famous name when he had one of his many jobs as a Mississippi River boat captain they called him just like when they measured the rivers depth mark twain he was a News paper editor in Calaveras County he brought a simple frog leaping contest national notoriety for Ever after known as the Calaveras bull frog jumping contest I bought three acres for retirement Unfortunately I made like a bull frog and jumped off the property I drove a truck several times into Hannibal Missouri you got a quick leap in your heart and head as you thought about the great river Running by and all of the characters Twain created two losses are recorded there of course twain met A fiery personage that was even greater than him a space traveler with a glory all together wondrous went by The name of Haley the other less known but my heart slows when I think of her eight years old blond Blue eyed her father’s and mother’s pride and joy he was a pastor in northern Illinois she lays in her Sacred rest in Hannibal until that great waking up day as time goes on I get less and less patient if it Weren’t for so many precious ones in danger I would be tempted to pray come Lord Jesus. Well not done By any means just going to stop for now plan on going and doing some hard thinking

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and oddly enough, H is the only letter in the alphabet that can accommodate vowels the easiest, and subsequently laughter. well m can too, but it's more of a jolly hmm in between sudden outbursts of h and co. and on Sunday i get to read about a prince moaning quote: 'at home on my arse'... oi oi ***** Harry, where the magnum? call on Clint Klein and head into the eastern woods! 'there be a bowl of spaghetti there waiting for ya' the leprechaun said. ah a job, ah a family, ah George the usurper of attention seeking girlies... 10 years in the army, and then bust, using a Ouija board to stop being employed by McDonald's; but hey! it's Sunday... can't a price have his day? god, this humour is so cheap it's almost gagging for canned laughter, but it ain't getting any, shame, and double shame for Fawlty Towers using it, whatnot and what care for all that "famous" intelligent humour of the British ballot box, supposedly... if that **** is intelligent & funny why use such horrid precautions (psst... laziness)? slapstick does it for me, means i can be intelligent in other mediums.

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May 8, 2016

May 8, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

H & Ouija (qui oui wee quee)

and oddly enough, H is the only letter in the alphabet that can accommodate vowels the easiest, and subsequently laughter. well m can too, but it's more of a jolly hmm in between sudden outbursts of h and co. and on Sunday i get to read about a prince moaning quote: 'at home on my arse'... oi oi ***** Harry, where the magnum? call on Clint Klein and head into the eastern woods! 'there be a bowl of spaghetti there waiting for ya' the leprechaun said. ah a job, ah a family, ah George the usurper of attention seeking girlies... 10 years in the army, and then bust, using a Ouija board to stop being employed by McDonald's; but hey! it's Sunday... can't a price have his day? god, this humour is so cheap it's almost gagging for canned laughter, but it ain't getting any, shame, and double shame for Fawlty Towers using it, whatnot and what care for all that "famous" intelligent humour of the British ballot box, supposedly... if that **** is intelligent & funny why use such horrid precautions (psst... laziness)? slapstick does it for me, means i can be intelligent in other mediums.

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Mean Windows Mean windows Small light Mean architect Limited budget & imagination Half-light estate Small curtains Mean windows Early dusk No street-light Glass broken Doors boarded Mean windows Clint Eastwood eyes Tagged & Flagged Grassless Concrete gardens Brown and grey acres Mean windows Closed shops Citizens Advice Misery With chips And mean windows With small curtains Saving on glass Costs light

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Jul 22, 2010

Jul 22, 2010 at 9:14 AM UTC

Mean Windows Mean windows Small light Mean architect Limited budget & imagination Half-light estate Small curtains Mean windows Early dusk No street-light Glass broken Doors boarded Mean windows Clint Eastwood eyes Tagged & Flagged Grassless Concrete gardens Brown and grey acres Mean windows Closed shops Citizens Advice Misery With chips And mean windows With small curtains Saving on glass Costs light

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I would like to ask you Russos, why Tony Stark is dead? And who the **** dropped you both on the head? Cap needs to apologise and his found family, Nat needs less lies and strong female company. Thor’s depression should not be overlooked And where the **** did Pep learn to cook? Stop letting Fury traumatise a child, And for once let hope do something wild. Stop dropping our favourite characters off cliffs Stop saying you’ll fix it in ‘what if’. Strange’s PTSD could not be cured by magic And yes Clint’s story is tragic, But that does not excuse his ****** spree. Why aren’t more characters more like Rhodey? Maybe try reading the comics your work should be based on And we’ll try ignoring your obvious hard on, For self-insert fanfiction with you as the token gay character. Because representation doesn’t fit your parameter. For all your stories I have one simple wish; Stop making us cry over ******* like this.

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Apr 9, 2020

Apr 9, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC

MistressJosephine

Endgame problems

I would like to ask you Russos, why Tony Stark is dead? And who the **** dropped you both on the head? Cap needs to apologise and his found family, Nat needs less lies and strong female company. Thor’s depression should not be overlooked And where the **** did Pep learn to cook? Stop letting Fury traumatise a child, And for once let hope do something wild. Stop dropping our favourite characters off cliffs Stop saying you’ll fix it in ‘what if’. Strange’s PTSD could not be cured by magic And yes Clint’s story is tragic, But that does not excuse his ****** spree. Why aren’t more characters more like Rhodey? Maybe try reading the comics your work should be based on And we’ll try ignoring your obvious hard on, For self-insert fanfiction with you as the token gay character. Because representation doesn’t fit your parameter. For all your stories I have one simple wish; Stop making us cry over ******* like this.

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You. You are 10,000 miles away and yet, I still want to run my hands through your wet, dark brown hair. I want to press myself against your warm body and live in the steam and smell of a hot shower. I want to breathe in your kiss and taste the shampoo that slowly dripped from your wet mop and fell on your lips. Find a cheap motel room and dream there. Dream the things you live and live the things you dream. In that dimly lit, musky, hotel room that I'm dreaming of right now, where we can forget the world. I want to forget Clint Eastwood and September and the snow. I can't remember the color of your eyes because you kiss with eyes closed and it's been an awful while since I've opened them. I wish. I want to watch you drive down California highways-- sunglasses on and my bare feet hanging out the window, my nailpolish sparkling in the California sun. I want to make you laugh, and watch your perfect eyebrows crinkle with your nose when you admirably look at me. I want to take pieces of paper and write my heart on them then put them in a memory box and throw them all out the window. I want to go to the airport and find you standing all alone, looking lost . Then pull over in a car and make the night alive. Listen to the stars laughing and lose myself inside of you. I want the games. Challenging and, well, you know. I want the way you make me feel. Like I'm about to burst out of my skin at any moment because of passion. I want. I want. I want. You. Find a dark place deep into the night and settle down for a couple hours and let our minds shut down for once. No devil truck or eyeless lips or hand guns to decide our fate. and just slip away into each other's bodies, and become submerged in each other's kiss.

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Jun 10, 2013

Jun 10, 2013 at 3:10 AM UTC

A Flash of Passion

You. You are 10,000 miles away and yet, I still want to run my hands through your wet, dark brown hair. I want to press myself against your warm body and live in the steam and smell of a hot shower. I want to breathe in your kiss and taste the shampoo that slowly dripped from your wet mop and fell on your lips. Find a cheap motel room and dream there. Dream the things you live and live the things you dream. In that dimly lit, musky, hotel room that I'm dreaming of right now, where we can forget the world. I want to forget Clint Eastwood and September and the snow. I can't remember the color of your eyes because you kiss with eyes closed and it's been an awful while since I've opened them. I wish. I want to watch you drive down California highways-- sunglasses on and my bare feet hanging out the window, my nailpolish sparkling in the California sun. I want to make you laugh, and watch your perfect eyebrows crinkle with your nose when you admirably look at me. I want to take pieces of paper and write my heart on them then put them in a memory box and throw them all out the window. I want to go to the airport and find you standing all alone, looking lost . Then pull over in a car and make the night alive. Listen to the stars laughing and lose myself inside of you. I want the games. Challenging and, well, you know. I want the way you make me feel. Like I'm about to burst out of my skin at any moment because of passion. I want. I want. I want. You. Find a dark place deep into the night and settle down for a couple hours and let our minds shut down for once. No devil truck or eyeless lips or hand guns to decide our fate. and just slip away into each other's bodies, and become submerged in each other's kiss.

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When I was little I would watch Clint Eastwood on the tube, Rowdy Yates from Rawhide In black and white and crude. He played a young man showing All the attributes of youth, With an exciting way about him That burned with living truth. Spontaneously cowboy And fastidiously right, He filled the part with action And the character was tight. He represented all the things A small boy wants to be, Young, bright and coiled to go A special hero… Just for me. Through the years I’ve tagged along Watched him play the arts, The action roles, the love story And the recent wrinkly parts. I’ve loved ‘em all and celebrate The fifty years of fun Of trailing after Eastwood And his epochs in the sun. Play Misty, Iwo Jima ***** Harry too, Gran Torino, Million Dollar Spaghetti westerns through The Bridges and Rowdy Yates The common touch in all, For every day people In an every way call. Hero’s come and hero’s go Some fade away to die Thank God professionals like Clint Eastwood Just keep reaching for the sky. My thanks Old Son.....for a Great Journey! Marshalg@the Gate Mangere Bridge New Zealand 4th February 2009

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Jan 22, 2010

Jan 22, 2010 at 3:57 PM UTC

When I was little I would watch Clint Eastwood on the tube, Rowdy Yates from Rawhide In black and white and crude. He played a young man showing All the attributes of youth, With an exciting way about him That burned with living truth. Spontaneously cowboy And fastidiously right, He filled the part with action And the character was tight. He represented all the things A small boy wants to be, Young, bright and coiled to go A special hero… Just for me. Through the years I’ve tagged along Watched him play the arts, The action roles, the love story And the recent wrinkly parts. I’ve loved ‘em all and celebrate The fifty years of fun Of trailing after Eastwood And his epochs in the sun. Play Misty, Iwo Jima ***** Harry too, Gran Torino, Million Dollar Spaghetti westerns through The Bridges and Rowdy Yates The common touch in all, For every day people In an every way call. Hero’s come and hero’s go Some fade away to die Thank God professionals like Clint Eastwood Just keep reaching for the sky. My thanks Old Son.....for a Great Journey! Marshalg@the Gate Mangere Bridge New Zealand 4th February 2009

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MaaaaaaaaaannnNNN !!!!! I DON’T ... Give A **** !!!!!! People over here …. Like to …. " Pass The Buck " … " Problems " ... Now ... APPEAR cos most ... Live in ... " FEAR " ... !!!!! But … Fear's ... NOT MY PROBLEM ... !!! My Position is ... " CLEAR " … !!! I Know what i'm doing ... !!! but … young people are ... Moving … Like … New Born Deer ... !!! Many Can't ... " stand up " ... !!! But STILL …. They Sup ... On ... EVERY kind of ... Beer ... They're Near … !!! Then come to work ... and ... “ POSTURE ” … with vision .... Still ... uNcLEaR … !!! Systems ... THIS ... !!!! and …. Systems ... THAT ... !!!! These Fools nowadays ... REALLY ... Talk some ... CRAP … !!!! They're Lucky because ….. I’m ... Tall and Black .... because …. If I was … ??? A ... " Top Flight White " … BELIEVE … Fo' REAL … !!! … They Would get ... "TRAPPED" … !!!! They'd get ... Directed … OFF ... The Map … !!!!! With … No Way for them ... To ... Come Back … !!!! … I say this stuff …. cos' work is ... ROUGH ... !!! when dealing with ... These chicks and chaps …. I hear these things ... These days on ... Trains ... It seems that others ... Feel ... " The Drain " ... of colleagues ... who ... Can't Take ... THE STRAIN … !!!! But are ... THE FIRST ... to ... Dish Out Blame ... !?! for problems ... THEY ... Put in ... " The Frame " ... They take this work thing ... for a ..... " Game " ..... !?! When Business Deals ... GO UP ... in flames ... !!! They look ... " Bemused " … ? … Now … Ain't that ... LAME … !!! Now ... if my name ... was ... David Blaine ... These people ... wouldn't ... look the same ... !!!!! ... They'd be like ... " Clint " .... WITHOUT ... A Name ... while I would ... " Drift " ................. To Those .... " High Plains " .... and there is ... " Where " ... I would ... RETAIN … My ... Peace of Mind ... CLEAR OF ... The blind ... who try to put me .... In a .... " BIND " .... With ... ANY EXCUSE … That they can ... " Find " ... ?!? to ... CLEAR THEMSELVES ... Leaving me .... behind .... Well …. !!!!! This is where …... They Should ... BEWARE … !!!!! My tactics are … " Refined " ... like wine ... NOT ... to drink ... !!! But for ... THIS LINK ... My train of thought … Shows that ... I THINK … !!! on how to leave them … On The …. BRINK …. !!! …. NOT … On The Virge ... !!!!!!! Cos' that's for me ... to ... Lyrically Splurge … " Poetic Words " .... that ... DEFINE ... " The Truth " ... to … “FOOLISH HERDS" … !!! cos' ... Moves they make ... Define .... “ABSURD” …. !!!?!!! My Vision's ... CLEAR ... !!! While there's is ..... " blurRRrrrrrEDD !!!! " So .... with these words ... Do You ... " Concur " ... ??? or has ... The Piece ... Left you like ….. D'EerrrrrrrRRRRRR …. ???!!??? I'll give you time .... So ... Please Confer … !!! This is ... " My Challenge " ... Try to ... Balance ... “PROBLEMS” … that ... You face ... at work ... cos' working with …. " Blame Culture " ... Berks ... Could …. Like the ... " Chicken " ... Leave you ... ****** … !!!!! ... While these ... " Smart Alecks " ... ………….. “PANIC” ………… !!!!!!!!!!!!! And then ... " Hit The Street " ... Just like .... " THE MANICS " …. !!!!! This piece for me ….. Has been …. “ TITANIC ” …. !!!!! Like the … STRUGGLES ... In my job …. Because …. My Colleagues ... are ... “MESSED UP” ... !!!!! Folks …. This is why ... I write ... This Stuff ... !!! … To ... STOP ME …. " Slappin' " .... SOME FOOL ... UP ... !!! ... Who tried to say .... “Big Virge Messed Up ” …. When ... TRUTH IS …. Their work's … ALWAYS ... " DUFF ” ... !!!!! which is why ... " They Try " ... to ... " COVER THEIR **** " ... Thinking ... that they're ... SMART ... ?!? and so ... are quick to … " Pass The Buck " ...

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC

"Pass The Buck" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 15/2/2005

MaaaaaaaaaannnNNN !!!!! I DON’T ... Give A **** !!!!!! People over here …. Like to …. " Pass The Buck " … " Problems " ... Now ... APPEAR cos most ... Live in ... " FEAR " ... !!!!! But … Fear's ... NOT MY PROBLEM ... !!! My Position is ... " CLEAR " … !!! I Know what i'm doing ... !!! but … young people are ... Moving … Like … New Born Deer ... !!! Many Can't ... " stand up " ... !!! But STILL …. They Sup ... On ... EVERY kind of ... Beer ... They're Near … !!! Then come to work ... and ... “ POSTURE ” … with vision .... Still ... uNcLEaR … !!! Systems ... THIS ... !!!! and …. Systems ... THAT ... !!!! These Fools nowadays ... REALLY ... Talk some ... CRAP … !!!! They're Lucky because ….. I’m ... Tall and Black .... because …. If I was … ??? A ... " Top Flight White " … BELIEVE … Fo' REAL … !!! … They Would get ... "TRAPPED" … !!!! They'd get ... Directed … OFF ... The Map … !!!!! With … No Way for them ... To ... Come Back … !!!! … I say this stuff …. cos' work is ... ROUGH ... !!! when dealing with ... These chicks and chaps …. I hear these things ... These days on ... Trains ... It seems that others ... Feel ... " The Drain " ... of colleagues ... who ... Can't Take ... THE STRAIN … !!!! But are ... THE FIRST ... to ... Dish Out Blame ... !?! for problems ... THEY ... Put in ... " The Frame " ... They take this work thing ... for a ..... " Game " ..... !?! When Business Deals ... GO UP ... in flames ... !!! They look ... " Bemused " … ? … Now … Ain't that ... LAME … !!! Now ... if my name ... was ... David Blaine ... These people ... wouldn't ... look the same ... !!!!! ... They'd be like ... " Clint " .... WITHOUT ... A Name ... while I would ... " Drift " ................. To Those .... " High Plains " .... and there is ... " Where " ... I would ... RETAIN … My ... Peace of Mind ... CLEAR OF ... The blind ... who try to put me .... In a .... " BIND " .... With ... ANY EXCUSE … That they can ... " Find " ... ?!? to ... CLEAR THEMSELVES ... Leaving me .... behind .... Well …. !!!!! This is where …... They Should ... BEWARE … !!!!! My tactics are … " Refined " ... like wine ... NOT ... to drink ... !!! But for ... THIS LINK ... My train of thought … Shows that ... I THINK … !!! on how to leave them … On The …. BRINK …. !!! …. NOT … On The Virge ... !!!!!!! Cos' that's for me ... to ... Lyrically Splurge … " Poetic Words " .... that ... DEFINE ... " The Truth " ... to … “FOOLISH HERDS" … !!! cos' ... Moves they make ... Define .... “ABSURD” …. !!!?!!! My Vision's ... CLEAR ... !!! While there's is ..... " blurRRrrrrrEDD !!!! " So .... with these words ... Do You ... " Concur " ... ??? or has ... The Piece ... Left you like ….. D'EerrrrrrrRRRRRR …. ???!!??? I'll give you time .... So ... Please Confer … !!! This is ... " My Challenge " ... Try to ... Balance ... “PROBLEMS” … that ... You face ... at work ... cos' working with …. " Blame Culture " ... Berks ... Could …. Like the ... " Chicken " ... Leave you ... ****** … !!!!! ... While these ... " Smart Alecks " ... ………….. “PANIC” ………… !!!!!!!!!!!!! And then ... " Hit The Street " ... Just like .... " THE MANICS " …. !!!!! This piece for me ….. Has been …. “ TITANIC ” …. !!!!! Like the … STRUGGLES ... In my job …. Because …. My Colleagues ... are ... “MESSED UP” ... !!!!! Folks …. This is why ... I write ... This Stuff ... !!! … To ... STOP ME …. " Slappin' " .... SOME FOOL ... UP ... !!! ... Who tried to say .... “Big Virge Messed Up ” …. When ... TRUTH IS …. Their work's … ALWAYS ... " DUFF ” ... !!!!! which is why ... " They Try " ... to ... " COVER THEIR **** " ... Thinking ... that they're ... SMART ... ?!? and so ... are quick to … " Pass The Buck " ...

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We had been to the Impressionist gallery in Paris been to the Tower seen the views had coffees and seen street artists and Sonya was wanting to see an American film at a cinema with sub-titles I’m not keen I said why not? I can see it once back in the UK without having to read script on the screen at the same time watch the action anyway seeing Clint Eastwood speaking French is off putting she pulled a face and went sat down on a seat of some café and I sat next to her you always have to spoil things she said reading the menu it's in French she said we're in France so how am I to know what to order? point at it and ask what it is she looked at me with her icy-blue eyes she tossed back hair from her face I went with you to the art gallery she said to see all those boring Impressionists but you can't go with me to see Clint a waiter came up to us and she asked him if we could have two coffees with cream he nodded and smiled at her and went off he's **** I didn't notice had lovely eyes dark and deep he's a waiter and French I said I can imagine him beside me in bed breathing on me with his breath oniony and garlicky she tapped my hand jealous is what you are she said I don't want him you do I said I didn't say I wanted him I said I could imagine him in my bed she muttered she looked around her at the other tables I looked at her profile the curve of neck the run of her jawline her ear visible through her blonde hair momentarily I felt like a vampire wanting to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and **** her sexily she looked back at me you owe me she said having to go to that boring art place ok I said what do you want? I want to see the film with Clint Eastwood ok I said thinking of the bed and her and do what I could if she would.

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Aug 9, 2014

Aug 9, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC

We had been to the Impressionist gallery in Paris been to the Tower seen the views had coffees and seen street artists and Sonya was wanting to see an American film at a cinema with sub-titles I’m not keen I said why not? I can see it once back in the UK without having to read script on the screen at the same time watch the action anyway seeing Clint Eastwood speaking French is off putting she pulled a face and went sat down on a seat of some café and I sat next to her you always have to spoil things she said reading the menu it's in French she said we're in France so how am I to know what to order? point at it and ask what it is she looked at me with her icy-blue eyes she tossed back hair from her face I went with you to the art gallery she said to see all those boring Impressionists but you can't go with me to see Clint a waiter came up to us and she asked him if we could have two coffees with cream he nodded and smiled at her and went off he's **** I didn't notice had lovely eyes dark and deep he's a waiter and French I said I can imagine him beside me in bed breathing on me with his breath oniony and garlicky she tapped my hand jealous is what you are she said I don't want him you do I said I didn't say I wanted him I said I could imagine him in my bed she muttered she looked around her at the other tables I looked at her profile the curve of neck the run of her jawline her ear visible through her blonde hair momentarily I felt like a vampire wanting to sink my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck and **** her sexily she looked back at me you owe me she said having to go to that boring art place ok I said what do you want? I want to see the film with Clint Eastwood ok I said thinking of the bed and her and do what I could if she would.

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Ruth T. ****** put her cigarette between Her chapped lips and sighed As she started the dishes. She was feminine in the same way that Clint Eastwood is; She wasn't. "Mama?" "Oh god!" Ruth squealed, Allowing the cigarette to fall From her mouth into the sink where It went out with a sizzle. "I don't mean to scare you none," "What?" "Where's Papa? He said he'd be Home tonight to help me fix my wagon For Bugsy." "Well he isn't." Ruth resumed The dishes in the same way that one would pick up a book. "But where is he?" "I don't know ****** But she most Certianly did know. "Did you string the Laundry on the line like I told you to?" "No." Rosie J. ****** fell asleep that night, Thinking that she had deserved Exactly what her Mama had Done to her left eye.

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Feb 20, 2013

Feb 20, 2013 at 9:28 AM UTC

The Adventures of Ruth T. ******

Ruth T. ****** put her cigarette between Her chapped lips and sighed As she started the dishes. She was feminine in the same way that Clint Eastwood is; She wasn't. "Mama?" "Oh god!" Ruth squealed, Allowing the cigarette to fall From her mouth into the sink where It went out with a sizzle. "I don't mean to scare you none," "What?" "Where's Papa? He said he'd be Home tonight to help me fix my wagon For Bugsy." "Well he isn't." Ruth resumed The dishes in the same way that one would pick up a book. "But where is he?" "I don't know ****** But she most Certianly did know. "Did you string the Laundry on the line like I told you to?" "No." Rosie J. ****** fell asleep that night, Thinking that she had deserved Exactly what her Mama had Done to her left eye.

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After this climactic Three-way Mexican stand-off Once the orchestra Dies off And the treasure's dug up We should probably just Lay down Enjoy the sun Let it scorch the earth And bake our bare Finally poncho-free skin Because all I need to be Happy Is the western sky Burning me Biting me A polka dot bikini Clint Eastwood And the most delicate six-shooters you've ever seen By my side

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Apr 25, 2013

Apr 25, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC

holly-salvatore

The Good, the Bad, the Ugly, and the Beautiful

After this climactic Three-way Mexican stand-off Once the orchestra Dies off And the treasure's dug up We should probably just Lay down Enjoy the sun Let it scorch the earth And bake our bare Finally poncho-free skin Because all I need to be Happy Is the western sky Burning me Biting me A polka dot bikini Clint Eastwood And the most delicate six-shooters you've ever seen By my side

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the Power of the Peach 7-4-20 does she know the power she possesses the worship in her lover's ***** as she undresses the NEED to see to touch to kiss the Peach is life it is succor after all the strife it is the sweetest embrace as you're seeing the yes, please on her face kiss right lick left all night in that cleft before my **** pounds that mound naked velvet flesh to my face is pressed ****** me my goddess as my tongue touches your tenderness eat you out for an hour in love with your Peach's Power succulent juicy beautiful your Peach calls to me sweet wet delicious your Peach owns me succulent suck you clint tight wet hot sticky sweet luscious ripe **** do you want my meat give me the Power of your Peach let me learn all it shall it teach take me pleasure and passion any position every position take me ride me grind me let me watch You move as I feel You move to be inside you.... that first full slide inside oooooooohhhhhhhh then slipping sliding slamming sometimes slow and sensual sometimes hard fast animal ******* and everything inbetween pleasure passion with that lust love connection if it's done right if it's not just one night squeezing pleasing screams and moans and ***** words which should be heard it's nature it's pure it's shudder it's shake it's *** you gotta get some and sometimes if your Peach likes rhymes it's not just the physical cuz anyone can **** there's an emotional intellectual where's it's not simply a cool pool it's a beautiful pond with a duck it's not some rude grafiti screaming pathetically look at me it's explicit AND exquisite singing you want true Beauty This is it then you wake up in the morning and learn if it is joy or mourning waking up naked beside her nakedness please let it be be joy PLEASE, let it be JOY that there is a dream and several fantasies that is giving life to a very particular personal dream and dancing in the moonlight with those fantasies I don't Noe what all I can teach but Please give me the Power of the Peach

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Jul 12, 2020

Jul 12, 2020 at 7:59 PM UTC

the Power of the Peach 7-4-20

the Power of the Peach 7-4-20 does she know the power she possesses the worship in her lover's ***** as she undresses the NEED to see to touch to kiss the Peach is life it is succor after all the strife it is the sweetest embrace as you're seeing the yes, please on her face kiss right lick left all night in that cleft before my **** pounds that mound naked velvet flesh to my face is pressed ****** me my goddess as my tongue touches your tenderness eat you out for an hour in love with your Peach's Power succulent juicy beautiful your Peach calls to me sweet wet delicious your Peach owns me succulent suck you clint tight wet hot sticky sweet luscious ripe **** do you want my meat give me the Power of your Peach let me learn all it shall it teach take me pleasure and passion any position every position take me ride me grind me let me watch You move as I feel You move to be inside you.... that first full slide inside oooooooohhhhhhhh then slipping sliding slamming sometimes slow and sensual sometimes hard fast animal ******* and everything inbetween pleasure passion with that lust love connection if it's done right if it's not just one night squeezing pleasing screams and moans and ***** words which should be heard it's nature it's pure it's shudder it's shake it's *** you gotta get some and sometimes if your Peach likes rhymes it's not just the physical cuz anyone can **** there's an emotional intellectual where's it's not simply a cool pool it's a beautiful pond with a duck it's not some rude grafiti screaming pathetically look at me it's explicit AND exquisite singing you want true Beauty This is it then you wake up in the morning and learn if it is joy or mourning waking up naked beside her nakedness please let it be be joy PLEASE, let it be JOY that there is a dream and several fantasies that is giving life to a very particular personal dream and dancing in the moonlight with those fantasies I don't Noe what all I can teach but Please give me the Power of the Peach

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Man with no name Laconic in every frame Smoking a cigar Or driving a police car Westerns or a Cop Thriller As a Drifter or a Rider Iconoclastic instant justice 44 Magnum to carry it out without prejudice Mayor of Carmel All American Male Filling cinemas across the globe East West North or South Its got to be Clint Eastwood

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Dec 7, 2021

Dec 7, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC

Man with no name Laconic in every frame Smoking a cigar Or driving a police car Westerns or a Cop Thriller As a Drifter or a Rider Iconoclastic instant justice 44 Magnum to carry it out without prejudice Mayor of Carmel All American Male Filling cinemas across the globe East West North or South Its got to be Clint Eastwood

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(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James) The saloon doors swing open, And a cowboy staggers in, He swaggers to the bar, Orders drink after drink, I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks, I’ve seen this John Wayne type before, With Clint behind the eyes, A need for speed, To search, to be, He lives his life on a drunken spree, Praying it won’t catch up with him, Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon, Cowboy strong and runs the town, Cowboy hurt, Cowboy down.

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Aug 28, 2012

Aug 28, 2012 at 11:31 AM UTC

(Song title from Skip James’ catalogue, by Skip James) The saloon doors swing open, And a cowboy staggers in, He swaggers to the bar, Orders drink after drink, I stare amazed as I watch the drinks he sinks, I’ve seen this John Wayne type before, With Clint behind the eyes, A need for speed, To search, to be, He lives his life on a drunken spree, Praying it won’t catch up with him, Like a torch wielding Indian storming his saloon, Cowboy strong and runs the town, Cowboy hurt, Cowboy down.

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Emerging from a distant dust-up, A lone rider approaches on horse. The clip-clop gallop grows, The panting animal is alarming, Sweat paints and streaks down The dark hide. The rider wears a bandana Over mouth and nose, Beneath a once white hat. His clothes are covered with the trail. Next, he's in the leather tub With suds from chest to hair, Shaving cream covering his face, Mirror in one hand, Probably a gun on the floor of the tub. Eyes and nose poking through the foam. Later, we see the clean, pressed black shirt From the back, outlining shoulders we know Have been busy righting wrongs. He puts a cockey tilt to his hat and pivots With a Parodi between his clean, straight teeth. The champion. The underdog vanguard. Clint.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC

Emerging from a distant dust-up, A lone rider approaches on horse. The clip-clop gallop grows, The panting animal is alarming, Sweat paints and streaks down The dark hide. The rider wears a bandana Over mouth and nose, Beneath a once white hat. His clothes are covered with the trail. Next, he's in the leather tub With suds from chest to hair, Shaving cream covering his face, Mirror in one hand, Probably a gun on the floor of the tub. Eyes and nose poking through the foam. Later, we see the clean, pressed black shirt From the back, outlining shoulders we know Have been busy righting wrongs. He puts a cockey tilt to his hat and pivots With a Parodi between his clean, straight teeth. The champion. The underdog vanguard. Clint.

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You must miss me must miss the kiss of me The break had to make You ache MISTAKE I can write now what will still be years after You've forgotten about me in the myriad of mirrors in my mind Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint reflections refuse to fade each an inflection of Yur voice a forever of Yur face a reminder there ain't never been noe choice every pissant poignant poet weaving emotion images with their words all the cunning linguist lyricists singing lies and lines they think you've never heard didn't actually feel any ******* thing knew not one iota beyond nothing of life of love of living in love pathetic paintless portraits (tattoos on a corpse) empty echoes of nothing notes (dealt by the deaf and the dead) but I bet it's not their fault they probably never felt a real fall a feather float race up the rapids with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits Not so for this man who be me my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along our feather mountain biking heaven-strong Of course our river was an awesome flow (a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow) And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow cuz I had You to Noe yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now here I am again a millennium worse than i've ever been fetal black rose petals dead dull dried all their thorns' tears cried no light left in my once bright blue eyes dead and drowned and dried out cried out ashen grey nothing evermore to say

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC

You must miss me must miss the kiss of me The break had to make You ache MISTAKE I can write now what will still be years after You've forgotten about me in the myriad of mirrors in my mind Yur diamonds shall be the sole soul shine every bit as real and raw and radiant as the first moment they raced and rained and raised their reign within clint reflections refuse to fade each an inflection of Yur voice a forever of Yur face a reminder there ain't never been noe choice every pissant poignant poet weaving emotion images with their words all the cunning linguist lyricists singing lies and lines they think you've never heard didn't actually feel any ******* thing knew not one iota beyond nothing of life of love of living in love pathetic paintless portraits (tattoos on a corpse) empty echoes of nothing notes (dealt by the deaf and the dead) but I bet it's not their fault they probably never felt a real fall a feather float race up the rapids with the fluffy grace of rabid rabbits Not so for this man who be me my feather has done dancin' shakin' in anti-gravity I have sung sacred songs as angels swum along our feather mountain biking heaven-strong Of course our river was an awesome flow (a hot-tub raft in moonlit snow) And Our Poems were always best in show guitar glow cuz I had You to Noe yet the Mostest WOW was not enough somehow the Bestest LOVE of this Life is not alive now here I am again a millennium worse than i've ever been fetal black rose petals dead dull dried all their thorns' tears cried no light left in my once bright blue eyes dead and drowned and dried out cried out ashen grey nothing evermore to say

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.no problem about the Polacks, the Romanians or the Bulgarians... no problem... the Polacks will return to a Clint Eastwood mentality borrowed from Gran Torino... thank god the Polacks are leaving these lands... but... you can always have your Commonwealth rape-gang! so... thumbs up! both parties win! well, just another turn of the century dynamics, what else is / isn't to be expect? the european provides the wind, the african provides the drums... **** the asians provide the underlying bass notes? that's not going to work... i can't seem to spot more colors on the piano other than black, and white... biG problem... slaves? what slaves? the African saved the Europeans from violins, cellos, and entombed themselves in brass... horns, saxophones... you name it... what slaves? so... if the narrative of the world history, makes its crucible... on the focus of the first man, originating in Africa... personally? as the last man... the last in the lineage of Shem Abel and Cain... if i am supposed to play the role of the last man, and the man... that's also supposed to become extinct... i'm not liking it... i'll just drink my blackbeard shake of *** & coke... and... this is the part where i add: now scuttle along... like the good vermin that you are; just don't touch my fox pet on the way out... no one touches Rommel.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC

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.no problem about the Polacks, the Romanians or the Bulgarians... no problem... the Polacks will return to a Clint Eastwood mentality borrowed from Gran Torino... thank god the Polacks are leaving these lands... but... you can always have your Commonwealth rape-gang! so... thumbs up! both parties win! well, just another turn of the century dynamics, what else is / isn't to be expect? the european provides the wind, the african provides the drums... **** the asians provide the underlying bass notes? that's not going to work... i can't seem to spot more colors on the piano other than black, and white... biG problem... slaves? what slaves? the African saved the Europeans from violins, cellos, and entombed themselves in brass... horns, saxophones... you name it... what slaves? so... if the narrative of the world history, makes its crucible... on the focus of the first man, originating in Africa... personally? as the last man... the last in the lineage of Shem Abel and Cain... if i am supposed to play the role of the last man, and the man... that's also supposed to become extinct... i'm not liking it... i'll just drink my blackbeard shake of *** & coke... and... this is the part where i add: now scuttle along... like the good vermin that you are; just don't touch my fox pet on the way out... no one touches Rommel.

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it’s been a while but now I remember how the keys feel like a trigger and I’m Clint Eastwood in the basement of a mansion . no, nevermind

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC

it’s been a while but now I remember how the keys feel like a trigger and I’m Clint Eastwood in the basement of a mansion . no, nevermind

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Found on Hollywood Boulevard, these shining stars of the silver screen, bigger and better than us normal types. Flint Magnum, Clint Hudson, and of course we'd be remiss to miss, the star, Luke "The Gent" Gable. A modern day Rat Pack were they, in films, on shows, even on the radio, they were all over the place, often together. Flint Magnum was the leading man of Deadly Picture, the horror classic, and countless other scream-scenes. Clint Hudson played the simple man the every-man in every rom-com your mind could ever fathom. But The Gent was the biggest of them, leading roles in dramas and thrillers, and comedies, and even chillers. Oscars and Tony's and even a few Annie's, won this shining star. Critics adored him, and the masses wanted to be him. It can be said with a grain of truth, that the pack was best when together. Whenever they met, magic was made. Their life's epic finally culminated, in a 4-hour glory, of action and drama, it won every award, with praise galore. Fiery Flint and Careful Clint wrote the yarn, and played their role fitting, while the Gent directed and led this star-studded affair. Citizen Kane could hardly compare, to the grandeur and scope of this tome, with it, their reputations forever sealed. Clint, Flint, and the Gent who favored a fine hat are the finest fellows of our and maybe any era of film or culture.

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC

The Shining Stars

Found on Hollywood Boulevard, these shining stars of the silver screen, bigger and better than us normal types. Flint Magnum, Clint Hudson, and of course we'd be remiss to miss, the star, Luke "The Gent" Gable. A modern day Rat Pack were they, in films, on shows, even on the radio, they were all over the place, often together. Flint Magnum was the leading man of Deadly Picture, the horror classic, and countless other scream-scenes. Clint Hudson played the simple man the every-man in every rom-com your mind could ever fathom. But The Gent was the biggest of them, leading roles in dramas and thrillers, and comedies, and even chillers. Oscars and Tony's and even a few Annie's, won this shining star. Critics adored him, and the masses wanted to be him. It can be said with a grain of truth, that the pack was best when together. Whenever they met, magic was made. Their life's epic finally culminated, in a 4-hour glory, of action and drama, it won every award, with praise galore. Fiery Flint and Careful Clint wrote the yarn, and played their role fitting, while the Gent directed and led this star-studded affair. Citizen Kane could hardly compare, to the grandeur and scope of this tome, with it, their reputations forever sealed. Clint, Flint, and the Gent who favored a fine hat are the finest fellows of our and maybe any era of film or culture.

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I have been in love since the moment I was born. My mother was first and for a long time she held my heart. At five she still had my love but so did Clint Eastwood. That poncho wearing, cigarette smoking cowboy was the dad I never had. In the sixth grade it was Stacy Smith. She was my Wendy Peppercorn, my Messiah, my World Series Ring. my love. I made it to high school after a few brief people put stars in my eyes. In high school I met a girl who took all the stars that had ever been in my eyes multiplied them by all the stars in the sky and put them back in my eyes, only for her. Now, three years later, a ****** excommunicated addict I am in love again. He is an author and he writes novels. He is a novelist. He is a genius. He told me: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. And I have figured that one out. Until I have devoured him, until I understand every single one of his literary pieces I may not die. I may not. Until then, I may love no other. I may not die.

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Oct 22, 2013

Oct 22, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC

Titled Number Twenty-Eight.

I have been in love since the moment I was born. My mother was first and for a long time she held my heart. At five she still had my love but so did Clint Eastwood. That poncho wearing, cigarette smoking cowboy was the dad I never had. In the sixth grade it was Stacy Smith. She was my Wendy Peppercorn, my Messiah, my World Series Ring. my love. I made it to high school after a few brief people put stars in my eyes. In high school I met a girl who took all the stars that had ever been in my eyes multiplied them by all the stars in the sky and put them back in my eyes, only for her. Now, three years later, a ****** excommunicated addict I am in love again. He is an author and he writes novels. He is a novelist. He is a genius. He told me: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy. And I have figured that one out. Until I have devoured him, until I understand every single one of his literary pieces I may not die. I may not. Until then, I may love no other. I may not die.

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there is a magnificent actor named Clint Eastwood who would be welcomed in my neighborhood we could chat about his starring roles so too about the price of his DVDs at Coles Oh! what a scene it would be Clint and I chatting happily

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Sep 13, 2013

Sep 13, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC

ElizabethSquires

there is a magnificent actor named Clint Eastwood who would be welcomed in my neighborhood we could chat about his starring roles so too about the price of his DVDs at Coles Oh! what a scene it would be Clint and I chatting happily

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i wake every ******* apocalypse morning and can't face continuing the mourning i can't believe Her Love could leave it is surreal & evil She rescued me from a life which was never quite right and showed me sweet rhymes with complete, gave Her blue to my eyes, let me Love the future as forever, then decided not to believe, decided to leave, placed the dead in my eyes, faced me towards starless skies. (hold me again hold me now take me to the somewhen when we are US somehow) nothing i've ever said has ever mattered. if it had i wouldn't be dead, i would not be gasping with a heart shattered, unable to breathe thru the soul shred with Her HER i never faked i never lied i never even would have tried. She let me love being me and i could never be anything other than true to the TRUE of YOU She was the mirror on me, She showed me the beauty of me, and i believed what i'd never known before, that i could not just swim skim but dive deep along the miracle shore but i missed the cracks, ignored the lacks of two issues i actually knew which were the die to our do my ******* fault we went faulty, i didn't **** the wolves at the door and ensure our fairy tale forevermore (take me again take me once more into every part of You Yur eyes Yur heart Yur thighs Yur hurt Yur sighs Yur spirit Yur why's Yur Forever) She broke me and i know why She destroyed me and i understand why just not how She could do it not how She could **** US not how She could say **** it not how She could give up on US but i will never wonder why i Love Her will never blame Her for this forever hurt for the forever linger of my dead heart (lead me to Yur heart once more this time Please Forever leave me to horror nevermore just hold me Please Forever) oh Shannon not left behind Please Shannon not left behind remember all You said don't leave me for dead how *** You said i was awesome if i was really just no-one limp **** drunk is my legacy once Shannon left me once upon whenever i believed we were forever but She thought different & threw away clint i want to live forever if it's with Her but if alone i'm begging You make Yur **** shot quick & true i will Love forever but as US is now never i can't continue i CANNOT GOD **** CONTINUE PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN is all of me which remains i am not the noe You knew so make Yur **** shot quick & true help.... please

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Jun 30, 2014

Jun 30, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC

The Brewbird of Hoppiness Killed My Bluebird of Happiness

i wake every ******* apocalypse morning and can't face continuing the mourning i can't believe Her Love could leave it is surreal & evil She rescued me from a life which was never quite right and showed me sweet rhymes with complete, gave Her blue to my eyes, let me Love the future as forever, then decided not to believe, decided to leave, placed the dead in my eyes, faced me towards starless skies. (hold me again hold me now take me to the somewhen when we are US somehow) nothing i've ever said has ever mattered. if it had i wouldn't be dead, i would not be gasping with a heart shattered, unable to breathe thru the soul shred with Her HER i never faked i never lied i never even would have tried. She let me love being me and i could never be anything other than true to the TRUE of YOU She was the mirror on me, She showed me the beauty of me, and i believed what i'd never known before, that i could not just swim skim but dive deep along the miracle shore but i missed the cracks, ignored the lacks of two issues i actually knew which were the die to our do my ******* fault we went faulty, i didn't **** the wolves at the door and ensure our fairy tale forevermore (take me again take me once more into every part of You Yur eyes Yur heart Yur thighs Yur hurt Yur sighs Yur spirit Yur why's Yur Forever) She broke me and i know why She destroyed me and i understand why just not how She could do it not how She could **** US not how She could say **** it not how She could give up on US but i will never wonder why i Love Her will never blame Her for this forever hurt for the forever linger of my dead heart (lead me to Yur heart once more this time Please Forever leave me to horror nevermore just hold me Please Forever) oh Shannon not left behind Please Shannon not left behind remember all You said don't leave me for dead how *** You said i was awesome if i was really just no-one limp **** drunk is my legacy once Shannon left me once upon whenever i believed we were forever but She thought different & threw away clint i want to live forever if it's with Her but if alone i'm begging You make Yur **** shot quick & true i will Love forever but as US is now never i can't continue i CANNOT GOD **** CONTINUE PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN is all of me which remains i am not the noe You knew so make Yur **** shot quick & true help.... please

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I sat up late with a Shoot-em-up While the wife went off to bed, There was a time I’d have joined her, but She only had sleep in her head. There was Gabby Hayes and a guy called Clint Holed up in a barn, in Mo., And blasting away at the barn outside Was an evil guy, called Joe. I knew which was the good and the bad Though they each wore a Stetson hat, For Hayes and Clint’s were a pearly white While this evil Joe’s was black. He’d robbed the Stage, and hidden the loot In the barn, where the good guys lay, He yelled, ‘You’d better throw out them sacks, If not, then you’d better pray!’ ‘The Sheriff will come and kick your **** Rang out the voice of Clint, ‘I’ll say, Dadburned if he don’t,’ said Hayes ‘You’re a pesky, bad varmint!’ Then it ended, as the old westerns did With Joe laid out on a slab, Though he starred again in a hundred films He was always labelled bad. I went out onto the porch to smoke It was warm, a summer night, While the Southern Cross shone up above In the Milky Way, so bright, And I pondered then on a single line That Joe had snarled, to connive, ‘If you don’t throw out them sacks right now You’ll never get out alive!’ The world is full of the likes of Joe Who threaten and rob, and steal, While the rest of us are lying low And living a life that’s real. But he said one thing that applies to us To the bad and the good that strive, Whatever the sort of life you live You’ll never get out alive!’ David Lewis Paget

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Jun 3, 2014

Jun 3, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC

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Black and White

I sat up late with a Shoot-em-up While the wife went off to bed, There was a time I’d have joined her, but She only had sleep in her head. There was Gabby Hayes and a guy called Clint Holed up in a barn, in Mo., And blasting away at the barn outside Was an evil guy, called Joe. I knew which was the good and the bad Though they each wore a Stetson hat, For Hayes and Clint’s were a pearly white While this evil Joe’s was black. He’d robbed the Stage, and hidden the loot In the barn, where the good guys lay, He yelled, ‘You’d better throw out them sacks, If not, then you’d better pray!’ ‘The Sheriff will come and kick your **** Rang out the voice of Clint, ‘I’ll say, Dadburned if he don’t,’ said Hayes ‘You’re a pesky, bad varmint!’ Then it ended, as the old westerns did With Joe laid out on a slab, Though he starred again in a hundred films He was always labelled bad. I went out onto the porch to smoke It was warm, a summer night, While the Southern Cross shone up above In the Milky Way, so bright, And I pondered then on a single line That Joe had snarled, to connive, ‘If you don’t throw out them sacks right now You’ll never get out alive!’ The world is full of the likes of Joe Who threaten and rob, and steal, While the rest of us are lying low And living a life that’s real. But he said one thing that applies to us To the bad and the good that strive, Whatever the sort of life you live You’ll never get out alive!’ David Lewis Paget

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The Blackboard, it's filthy! Shut up, my dutiful students. My nasty breakfast is full of surprises, I decided to eat it before my first day of school, But me and Clint crossed that bridge together, It was a bridge full of useless tears. he told me about the demerits you gave him. You are one sick *****

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC

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Underneath a sick teacher

The Blackboard, it's filthy! Shut up, my dutiful students. My nasty breakfast is full of surprises, I decided to eat it before my first day of school, But me and Clint crossed that bridge together, It was a bridge full of useless tears. he told me about the demerits you gave him. You are one sick *****

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