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The person above me loves a spot of the ol' ultraviolence now and then.
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The person above me quoted one of my top ten favorite movies.
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The person above me quoted one of my top ten favorite movies.
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The person above me has an out of date signature
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The person above me has almost no signature.
EDIT: D'aaaawww, thanks Maulbane.
Azheron's back in business. For reals.
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The person above me has almost no signature.
EDIT: D'aaaawww, thanks Maulbane.
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The person above me has a spot in my memories that cannot be erased. Hell yeah Urk!
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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The person above me has a spot in my memories that cannot be erased. Hell yeah Urk!
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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The person above me is a moo cow
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Posts: 939
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The person above me is a moo cow
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The person above me is not a moo cow
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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Joined: Apr 2009
The person above me is not a moo cow
Move him into the sun—
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields half-sown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Think how it wakes the seeds,—
Woke, once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved—still warm—too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth’s sleep at all?
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Except the person above me.
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Posts: 1,280
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Likes Received: 217 in 97 posts
Likes Given: 220
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Except the person above me.
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