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shrek is beck deck is smeck get top decked by the kripp or u wont get any dipp slip slop drip drop kip kop hippity hoppity hood goes the clock tick tock the mouse ran up the wall and died rest in pizza

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC

JohnCena

shrek

shrek is beck deck is smeck get top decked by the kripp or u wont get any dipp slip slop drip drop kip kop hippity hoppity hood goes the clock tick tock the mouse ran up the wall and died rest in pizza

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Pale and swift the moorings lie: Roosting on the masts were nye. Peculiar was the indigo in the water's moonlit glow. The ship was ailing through the night casting wayward, staggered light. And oceanic tides were bound to throw the ship into the sound. But though the water pulled and fought the Phantom ship could not be caught; The cargo stayed and sat to mull well within the sturdy hull. It was a most peculiar eve, though the average won't perceive. The queer and devient, however, noticed that the sky forever loomed with great intensity with clouds as far as eyes could see. What secrets held this murky water? Burning mysteries, growing hotter? I was there, I hope you know I have a ship, my own, and so: remembering that eve's deception, I take my boat in that direction. Standing now to face the sea, deciding where and whom to be. For pale and swift the moorings lie; Roosting on the masts are nye. Distinctive be that indigo in the water's moonlit glow. Yet ** My schooner dipp and quaff And with that, I must be off.

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Nov 6, 2012

Nov 6, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC

flavia

To Sail

Pale and swift the moorings lie: Roosting on the masts were nye. Peculiar was the indigo in the water's moonlit glow. The ship was ailing through the night casting wayward, staggered light. And oceanic tides were bound to throw the ship into the sound. But though the water pulled and fought the Phantom ship could not be caught; The cargo stayed and sat to mull well within the sturdy hull. It was a most peculiar eve, though the average won't perceive. The queer and devient, however, noticed that the sky forever loomed with great intensity with clouds as far as eyes could see. What secrets held this murky water? Burning mysteries, growing hotter? I was there, I hope you know I have a ship, my own, and so: remembering that eve's deception, I take my boat in that direction. Standing now to face the sea, deciding where and whom to be. For pale and swift the moorings lie; Roosting on the masts are nye. Distinctive be that indigo in the water's moonlit glow. Yet ** My schooner dipp and quaff And with that, I must be off.

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The sad and solemn night Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Day, too, hath many a star To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they: Through the blue fields afar, Unseen, they follow in his flaming way: Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim, Tells what a radiant troop arose and set with him. And thou dost see them rise, Star of the Pole! and thou dost see them set. Alone, in thy cold skies, Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet, Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train, Nor dipp'st thy ****** orb in the blue western main. There, at morn's rosy birth, Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air, And eve, that round the earth Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls The shapes of polar flame to scale heaven's azure walls. Alike, beneath thine eye, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; High towards the star-lit sky Towns blaze--the smoke of battle blots the sun-- The night-storm on a thousand hills is loud-- And the strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud. On thy unaltering blaze The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost, Fixes his steady gaze, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night, Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. And, therefore, bards of old, Sages, and hermits of the solemn wood, Did in thy beams behold A beauteous type of that unchanging good, That bright eternal beacon, by whose ray The voyager of time should shape his heedful way.

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William Cullen Bryant

Hymn To The North Star

The sad and solemn night Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires; The glorious host of light Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires; All through her silent watches, gliding slow, Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go. Day, too, hath many a star To grace his gorgeous reign, as bright as they: Through the blue fields afar, Unseen, they follow in his flaming way: Many a bright lingerer, as the eve grows dim, Tells what a radiant troop arose and set with him. And thou dost see them rise, Star of the Pole! and thou dost see them set. Alone, in thy cold skies, Thou keep'st thy old unmoving station yet, Nor join'st the dances of that glittering train, Nor dipp'st thy ****** orb in the blue western main. There, at morn's rosy birth, Thou lookest meekly through the kindling air, And eve, that round the earth Chases the day, beholds thee watching there; There noontide finds thee, and the hour that calls The shapes of polar flame to scale heaven's azure walls. Alike, beneath thine eye, The deeds of darkness and of light are done; High towards the star-lit sky Towns blaze--the smoke of battle blots the sun-- The night-storm on a thousand hills is loud-- And the strong wind of day doth mingle sea and cloud. On thy unaltering blaze The half-wrecked mariner, his compass lost, Fixes his steady gaze, And steers, undoubting, to the friendly coast; And they who stray in perilous wastes, by night, Are glad when thou dost shine to guide their footsteps right. And, therefore, bards of old, Sages, and hermits of the solemn wood, Did in thy beams behold A beauteous type of that unchanging good, That bright eternal beacon, by whose ray The voyager of time should shape his heedful way.

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