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Apr 22 13, 20:55
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Tis a fine day for wiping and painting, yule likely not hear me complainting. A comely young model with a shapely formed caudal – what rosy red cheeks, don’t need tainting!
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Apr 22 13, 21:32
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When 'er cheeks went from rosy ta swoonin' Merlin panicked an' ceased from 'is spoonin', lost track o' 'is fork but pulled out the cork in 'is bottle an' started cocoonin'.
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Apr 22 13, 22:43
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Cocooning in front of a screen means that some poets rarely are seen I must get out more now just where is the door Help I'm lost can you not here me scream?
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Apr 23 13, 02:16
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Help I'm lost - can you not hear me scream ? I've awoken from some ghastly dream where I'm riding night-mare named Sonnyandcher and all is not quite what it'd seem !
Alan
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Apr 23 13, 10:44
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If it's not what it seemed, no surprise when there’s Sonny and Cher in your eyes! Don’t dream up Mick Jagger – he’s also a bagger like most of those 70s guys.
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Apr 23 13, 11:06
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Weren't some of those 70's guys found delivering what Quaker buys? They are called "Haulin' Oats"; not sure what that connotes, but I heard them last year in Van Nuys.
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Apr 25 13, 17:00
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In Van’s eyes, last year’s herd isn’t them gathered in the vast coliseum that he wanted to “Jump”. They were all way too plump and poor David and Sammy looked grim.
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Apr 25 13, 18:14
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After David, Goliath looked grim after sword had removed head from him! There were no hoots an' braggin' from some Philistine dragon an' Israel was heard singin' hymns.
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Apr 25 13, 22:00
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Twas hymn singing songs that I heard and he sang like a real mockingbird. No Grimm ugly duck, a true-blue Canuck, full of beer, but his words never slurred!
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Apr 26 13, 11:37
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Full of beer, though he slurred not a word, Merlin sang like a downed, wounded bird. What a pitiful sight, and his hair was afright. It is obvious he'll be chauffeured.
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Apr 26 13, 13:58
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Chauffeured, with his hair all affright, it had been one pontifical night! Singing loudly and clear while the waiter brought beer, the good bagpiper tilted a mite!
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Apr 26 13, 15:07
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Merlin tipped the bagpiper one mite. Why you cheap S.O.B.! Now in fright, Merlin ran from the pub. Piper shouted, Hey, Bub, when I catch you, I'll shorten your height!
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Apr 26 13, 17:41
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If I catch you, I'll shorten your height even now you are mere four foot aight what you said sure rankles learn to live - no ankles or run away at the speed of light
Alan
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Apr 26 13, 19:16
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The speed of light is real fast, so fast that you shoot right on past. Ensure before risking a night out for frisking, who’s what in the entire cast.
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Apr 29 13, 08:04
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If you're WHAT, how could you be WHO? WHAT or WHO's what they are from the womb! Will identities change? Are these pronouns deranged? Won't they stay who they are to the tomb?
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Apr 29 13, 13:35
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They won't stay in the glomb of a tomb ‘less of course, there’s fresh air down a flomb. Without air it gets stuffy so it’s leave in a huffy, back up where the dandelions blomb!
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Apr 30 13, 07:48
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If ye're walkin' where dande's 're bloomin' it could mess with yer afternoon groomin' 'cause yer nose 'll be runnin' which spoils some yer funnin' an' makes ya sneeze 'til ya gets fumin'!
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Apr 30 13, 15:56
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Out fuming and sneezing and walking, I noticed my engine start knocking. “It must be bad gas from those beans, my dear lass,” I said, but she sort-of stopped talking!
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Apr 30 13, 22:32
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No wonder your lass has stopped speaking! She sensed that your gas bag was leaking; it caused her to choke, and that was no joke. Your relationship now will need tweaking.
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May 1 13, 08:35
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If you tweak your relations, you will have to swallow more than a blue pill. Obama's lack of sense brought you added expense from his cronies on Capital Hill.
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