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apparently only myself
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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Hi CB
Mornin Andrea |
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sweet???me??? NO WAY!!! I'm mean and nasty dang it!!
Ohhhh ok Thanks Tiger |
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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Okies, yeah them ice storms keep headin here, another one on the way this evenin.
I'll keep Kyle in my thoughts and daily mutterings with the whatever that force is |
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Anyone hear from Kyle?
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maybe...any ways I'll save the paper for him
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Where's Sage?????????? Its 9:15 am , he's late!!!!
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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Kinda hard to start your car from NY Nicki
ohhh ok bro I'll do my wall therapy with a wall in the back **heads to the back, runs into the wall , falls down, gets up** Ahhhh much better |
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Thought I would share
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awww Cap't its all good, some of us like seeing you this way I know you make my sister soooo happy
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I'm in need of some wall therapy
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Whats your favorite pet?
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my cats Chubbs and Sabrina, my dog Lily, and cows
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ok done with the screamin...for now
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Freedom's Longing
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Slipping into her jeans
Stuffing her feet into her boots Yanking the heavy sweater over her head The need to be free, the urge, yen and desire Running strong through her today Longing to climb upon her bike Allowing her hair to fly loose Screaming with the power of then engine between her legs The wind caressing her face like an old lovers hand The creak and groan of her leather as she moves, sweet music to her ears Standing now in the cold empty garage, staring at the space where her bike once stood Turning away with a tear in her eye, hands crammed into her pockets Climbing into his truck, its just not the same, cranking the music Window down, cigarette dangling from the corner of her lip Smoke curling around her head like a wreath as she sings along with the song The cold air rushing in, touching her face, shaking her from her reverie Driving along up to the farm, knowing he's there waiting, coffee ready, fresh from the shower, smellin all clean and yummy Pulling into his drive way, truck's gentle rumble alerting him she's there He comes out the door, coffee in hand, as she climbs out of the truck Smile on his face, as he pulls her in close, burying his nose into her hair Mornin my lil snugglebunny, he mumbles into her hair, she breaths his scent in deeply, as she mumbles, don't call me that you big jerk He laughs, you know you are my lil snugglebunny, and you know you love when I call you that She laughs, yeah I do, hand in hand they walk together into the house That longing for freedom, gone now, knowing deep inside that she is already free |
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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ya know love my NY swoc
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmm bite me
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Thanks Jayne
Mornin ((((((Suz)))))) |
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(((((((Nicki Jayne))))))) Good morning my lovelies
(((((((((Jessi)))))))))) for when you see her Sorry bro got into some writing, still working on it between requests for juice ,tissues and cough drops |
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Its Become
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Coffee growing cold in my cup
Sitting here thinking of mundane stuff Lost in the everyday-ness of it all Wondering when it became a chore Realizing I just don't care anymore It used to matter to me, but now who even cares Just time for changes I suppose It all just leaves something to be desired Lacking in substance, lacking in humanness Lacking in feelings, just simply lacking Nothing but emptiness and shallowness Long gone are the days of caring and genuineness Long gone are the days of family and laughing Replaced with lack luster words Replaced with shallowness and false warmth Its become a black hole of human lives Trapped in the mindless plastic trays Labels slapped upon each of us, simply because we lost who we are |
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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damn talk about getting brave, in front of cops and cameras...
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LEPERS the eighth - part 3
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ahhh what???
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