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May 20 13, 11:27
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A wild, slathered sloth in Seville decided to visit Brazil where the jungle is green and he’d stay with Irene who lived in a lavish gin mill.
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May 20 13, 14:16
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Irene was a slave at the mill that ground at the base of the hill. She was lavished in gin; didn't know where she'd been... but his name's rumored C B DeMille.
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May 20 13, 14:23
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There was once a certain C B De Mille who liked to take ladies for a thrill they would further their art while as for his part he never knew, he was over the hill
Alan
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May 20 13, 15:18
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Didn't know he was over the hill, so he suddenly felt a great thrill when the car started down after reaching the crown 'til a lamppost went right through his grille.
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May 22 13, 12:54
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De Mill made excellent gin, potatoes and lemons went in, and juniper, too, went into the brew before they made the vat spin!
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May 22 13, 13:41
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The vat spun with Cecil and the wheel. Shut the door so the contents won't spill into other gin brews or the brew master's shoes ruining all that are run of De Mill.
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May 22 13, 19:11
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The bruin could ruin the mule 'cause asses don't win in that duel; the claws on a bear could leave the beast bare and lying alone with a drool.
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May 22 13, 19:58
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Alone lion roared loud with a drool, “can’t bear it, I’m going to school to become a great feline and then I shall reline the peasantry – yes, I shall rule!”
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May 23 13, 13:40
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The Pheasantry said, We will rule by flaunting our feathers; we're cool! The ruling old cocks thought inside the box and everyone deemed each a fool.
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May 23 13, 16:40
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When every fool deemed each a one they forgot to include Gatlin Gunn so he wound up and shot the whole bunch on the spot except those that could and did run!
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May 23 13, 19:22
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Accept that you can, and just run if a terrorist's pointing a gun and there's somewhere to hide whether in- or outside and be ready to have not much fun.
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May 26 13, 11:59
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Be ready but don’t have much fun with who should come out but no-one! The cause may be lost like old Robert de Frost, whose path ended where it begun.
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May 26 13, 13:49
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If your path circles back to your start, and you're feeling that you're not so smart, settle down and breathe deeply. You've gotten off cheaply; besides, you're not far from WalMart.
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May 26 13, 23:01
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If beside a WalMart, you are not to go in because no matter what you may want or may need you will help them succeed in an economic Chinese plot.
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May 26 13, 23:16
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For economy, purchased a plot off in China? Perhaps you forgot all your friends then must fly through the unfriendly sky to bury you. That costs a lot!
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May 26 13, 23:48
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Costs to bury cause lots of concern but expense may make some want to spurn a bronze casket that keeps someone safe while he sleeps. Think I'll just spend that time in an urn.
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May 27 13, 08:57
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If you've urned where you're spending your time then you're not reading this there supine, but I won't say a word that the wee little bird whispered covertly there on the line.
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May 27 13, 11:51
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I covertly whithpered my line to a damthel who thought it wath fine and protheeded forthwith to give me a kith, what came nektht ith a thtory – all mine!
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May 28 13, 11:06
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What came next is a Miss Terry deal since Miss Judge has her hammer and seal and a hyper der mick for a good, supple kick – then it’s head over heel with a squeal , I feel!
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May 28 13, 13:33
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When you head over hills with a squeal is it due to adrenaline’s feel when caressing her curves that excitement deserves or perhaps it’s her valley’s appeal.
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