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Langley Says: *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Man who scratch ass Should not bite fingernails. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Man who eat many Prunes get good run for money. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Baseball is wrong: Man with f...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 00:23:00 GMT |
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As I look back on those days Why is it your face remainsIn my brainFrom the moment I first saw you I felt immediate connectionAlthough I'd never show itU were the definition of perfection
Posted by on Tue, 12 May 2009 05:05:00 GMT |
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That is the question. I have set all my last blogs to private, or preferred list. I used to have them public, but err...So I suppose you have 2 subscribe to read. If your that damned interested, I gue...
Posted by on Mon, 11 May 2009 01:32:00 GMT |
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Haha, so I always thought my parents just might as well get back together. But ya, so check out this lil gem.My Ma was comin back from the Zoo on the bus. And she wanted ta C me 4 the 10 minute lay-ov...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Apr 2009 21:31:00 GMT |
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This is why I love Lauryn Hill. Lyrics like this. God, so tru, tru, tru! I'v liked her ever since I stumbled on The Fugees first album. B4 they blew up with "The Score" Damn, I can't remember the name...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 08:30:00 GMT |
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LoL, hell, I always do this. I think of badd shit, n don't write it out.I was listenin to Beyonce, and so she say "If Ya Like it then ya shoulda putta ring onnit" and I look at my ring...and diz is wh...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 09:02:00 GMT |
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Goin back ta the ole wile wile west i do believe/thats what happens when ain no one fuckin hiring/ Damn recession/I nees a saddle up my horse an git to minin/up in tha gulch i reckon
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 07:44:00 GMT |
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DESTINEDI have not finished the course.I have not won the race.For the day never ends its warmthAs I "burn" the pages in haste.The ink that I pen so freelyT-was made from God's own rainAnd flows like ...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Feb 2009 14:20:00 GMT |
