The Ladder
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#1621 | Well "cold" can be a lot of things. Steer left, to see your art. Definite-ly helped with that. Ninety cents to start. _ |
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#1622 | And we're here! It's designated ghost town. Where the concept was hate the traffic. We kind of have that down. _ |
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#1623 | Quit burning my tounge please. Ok shut your door today. He seriously has her number. But that's dental blades away. _ |
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#1624 | I swear. In what movie did handsome "void". There's definitely someone over there. Please don't be parinoid. _ |
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#1625 | The U.S.A? You're standing on it. On Fridays it has great-times. It grabs a few Cold-Mountaineers. Hard lessons opinions climb. _ |
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#1626 | I hate yellow fever. I'm very upset right now. You can lower the load? Well fine. There's "Manny". He hit the road right-on-time. _ |
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#1627 | You're not too dedicated. There are stronger ways to be. I'm calling "Timber". But hey! That wasn't me. _ |
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#1628 | The name is on it. Can you "Imagine"? Right beside his house. All in the-name of bordom. What stays in mouse stays mouse. _ |
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#1629 | Yes I'm inclined to finding her. The "rose" less-traveled "by". Look at this. They slayed an ocean. What chance of love have I. _ |
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#1630 | But I have questions for-you. Pain or shouldered goods. Dress stains for one hundred dollars. Masks behind the hoods. _ |
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#1631 | Miss Henry will be here at nine. Set out the spoons and silver. Oh damn! I think Earth is at the Wilburs'. _ |
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#1632 | I meant tea. And hold the mighty door. To distract me, throw her stone. Tell, her mother's secret. Did she bake the scone. _ |
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#1633 | Yes. The golden leaflets. In the back there, fold. Let her highlights enter sight. Impress mankind and hold. _ |
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#1634 | Listening is on it. Once they get roads roads close. To the tunnel once again. My darling apropos. _ |
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#1635 | Forget all those dishes. I never want to seem. I thought they were the signal. Right turn at Sofa's dream. _ |
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#1636 | Inside a giant harness. A metaphor of name. I was thinking-ladies. Is two dollars fame? _ |
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#1637 | Kindly able the winter mock. Isn't that where good pins aim. A little less snowfall frock. One summer must not wane. _ |
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#1638 | A sunbeam at five o'clock. Denote the labor board. Utterly-what-it-means. Fine tune the dust ignored. _ |
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#1639 | Thrown nicely, across an elf. Shudder at the loss. I-am-telling-you-strait. Mountain mouse. I toss. _ |
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#1640 | You want recognition. And reflection in the panel. Relax, you are the wounded picture. No support group though, up channel. _ |
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#1641 | Toro Toro fashion spoon. Clock upon the wall. Extra smooth chewy center. That never turns at all. _ |
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#1642 | Drag me into something. I'd like that holy lighting. Snap the foot back on. That component, again so frighting. _ |
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#1643 | A whole box of lonely nights. We paid for this adverse. A stomach wavering chain reaction. I have people. Tell a nurse. _ |
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#1644 | So softly. A masterpiece of rain. I've forgotten in-out or-so. I will wish again. _ |
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#1645 | Draw up the important stuff. Milk-bags had their say. There's nothing big to drink in there. Music "heard" about it's day. _ |
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#1646 | Now they're also bright. We're done here. Benny Will, prime real-estate. We haven't gotten any further. That's my "kind" of rain oh-grate. _ |
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#1647 | You can't make this chin-up. For what's a sad to do. Open a book to any page. Where I "hid" the friend was you. _ |
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#1648 | There's the hand that makes you up. In the event the one page needs. Or doesn't have "conversations". And you go into Men's-Store seas. _ |
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#1649 | Miter-box. Ruptured hose. Prepare the "scent" of rose. And add some detour-Myosin. For what the hell who knows. _ |
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#1650 | Awesome! The nerve. That makes one smile. And takes the rain. To Blossom Style. _ |
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