ice cream |
the dance mats to be sold |
chicken |
5 gigs |
you |
a gay man to turn straight |
Was last year shorter than what this one seems? |
meaning, truth, and beauty |
Dawn to live with me |
`Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, "Let us both go to law: I will prosecute YOU. -- |
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reading |
holding on |
Killing time |
type |
nothing |
eating ice cream |
Is there really any difference, on a year and a day |
drinking a bit too much |
Nothing of emotional importance |
Come, I'll take no denial; We must have a trial: For really this morning I've nothing to do." |
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hungry |
i won't get the money
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I'll go back to bed and dream of the pink fuzzy lilys. |
guit |
sleep |
I'll still love him. |
Maybe it's a good thing |
death, certainly, either way |
I'll give up everything, run home and sweep her off her feet, and we'll live the next month of forever with each other |
Said the
mouse to the
cur, "Such
a trial,
dear Sir,
With
no jury
or judge,
would be
wasting
our
breath."
"I'll be
judge, I'll
be jury,"
Said
cunning
old Fury:
"I'll
try the
whole
cause,
and
condemn
you
to
death."'
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