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moffy
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- Last Record: 2013-04-12 09:45:48 -0700
- Joined: Jul 10, 2010
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The Bearded Lady took a bow Although she longed to curtsey, The audience clapped louder now And whistled without mercy.
She smi... |
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(written 6th September 2011, on the bus journey to work.) ‘Sorry. Actually no, I’m not sorry’ The fact that this was said as a ... |
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AMNESIA |
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This is planned to be a song- Kate Nash style... but I'm not really a singer.
When I bought it I loved it I hoped you’... |
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I feel the footsteps behind me fall Into a rhythm too precise To be those of wandering crowds
I’m being followed by ghosts, ... |
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A mix of hitrecord goodness that's in our very DNA. Adding resources later (at work)
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The champagne flute longed to return to the orchestra.
But she was an alcoholic. |
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(An attempt to make the worst day of a guy's life vaguely humourous...) Lisa Monroe, will you marry me?
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So you claimed today You can read me like a book? What a claim to make
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So you can read me like a book? But you can’t read Japanese So please, Take a second look At my thoughts I hid in Nihongo.  ... |
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So you claimed today You can read me like a book? What a claim to make
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Her elbow grazed my hand as she passed the mustard to Jenny. I look, she blushes. Charles (the quixotic buffoon) harrumphs and gives me a look of steely disapproval. <... |
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I saw the poster as I walked to work. Shining shoes on Napier Street. Shining shoes all day long.
I WANT YOU FOR U.S. ARMY
Unc... |
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