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Limit is 65.Fine I will go along with your rate.Fun to play in the highways.Calm and constant.You keep dodging lane to lane,yet I want to smile each t..
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I guess I might be a little old school.This was the keyboard I was taught.Find the markers on the F and J keys,and I can type in darkness.Now,we have ..
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Granted the mop head is not attached.However, the stick is around the proper size.Inch and a half thick,around five and a half foot long.Something whi..
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Each grain is different,hiding their own story.This one? It made a widow cry. Drifting in the wind, and made contact.Added some sincerity to an emoti..
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The sun shifts between orange and red,at least when it sets.Miles away,and the smoke changes the view.Planes flying overhead,and you can tell certain ..
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It can be daunting.Never going to see all of the shards.Wrong step, and you leave a trail of blood.Some walk barefoot their entire life.Left a mark he..
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That's right my friends!It is time again.In a few weeks, Americans will be eating a whole bunch of turkey.Some of us mix it with our love of fried foo..
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Not something I was expecting,but when the doctor tells you, might as well roll along with it.I didn't realize how warm the gel was going to be.Felt n..
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Little reminderBackpack for a pillow. Shirt for a blanket.Keys for work.Waiting for the time to go inside.
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Not like it would be a caravan. Simply three or four.Bringing a meal along, yearning for another song.Evening of sharing, with a touch of caring.Morni..
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