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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Monthly Archives: February 2008. The poem of the hienz. February 28, 2008 – 10:44 pm. Jaime is as playfull as the earths crust. some times he can get realy fired up. Ryan is as cold hearted as the wicked glacer of the north. Mr Hienz is a glacer thats going to get melted from the wrath of jaimes intens flames when the BIG glacer sends doug the mound of earth out of the solar system. February 21, 2008 – 11:00 pm. We orderd pupet showes and watched over 10 pupet shows!
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. March 20, 2008 – 9:47 pm. Us companies can hlp stop outline drug sales. Obama to visit eugene your self. 15 gae home make easter extoardinanry. Picture it sold free prolipfic 2001 author clark dies at age 90. White house says high costs are no reason to pull out of iraq. Laquo; andrew the angry gater. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email.
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Some Random Poem. On Some Random Subject | welcome to my life
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Welcome to my life. Some Random Poem. On Some Random Subject. April 4, 2008 at 9:44 pm ( Poems. Shoelaces are like little teeth,. They clamp and hold your shoes together. Something we all take for granted. Each and every day. Thats how all humans are. Even if you look near and far. You could never find a different type,. No matter how hard you try. We wouldn’t have really nice shoes,. If we didn’t have these useful tools. So give thanks for the little things,. Especially those splendid strings.
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March | 2008 | Maxthe2baller's Weblog
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. Monthly Archives: March 2008. March 20, 2008 – 9:47 pm. Us companies can hlp stop outline drug sales. Obama to visit eugene your self. 15 gae home make easter extoardinanry. Picture it sold free prolipfic 2001 author clark dies at age 90. White house says high costs are no reason to pull out of iraq. Andrew the angry gater. March 13, 2008 – 9:53 pm. Live, Love, Life. My work from Chan28. Norcon’s stories, poems, ect. Welcome to my life. Blog at WordPress.com.
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Best Friends | welcome to my life
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Welcome to my life. February 21, 2008 at 10:54 pm ( Poems. First day of Pre-k. I thought it would be a bad day. But then you came and said hi. You became more important than any guy. From that day on we where always together. Kind of like two birds of a feather. We talked and played the days away. And said, ” We’ll always be friends Ok? At lunch we sat and shared desert. The other would be there when one got hurt. At recess we’d play chase and tag,. And cuddle by each other in our sleeping bags. Some Ran...
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Just another WordPress.com weblog. One of the reasons I hate getting out of bed. February 21, 2008 by dinomuffinz. I hate getting out of bed because pretty much everyday I have to face going to school. Going to school means sitting in a room for 55 minutes then having only 5 minutes to switch to another class that I have to sit in for 55 minutes. Sitting in a class room with 30 people, half I pretty much don’t like, is really no fun. Reason Number 2. Why I hate getting out of bed:. Posted in My Life.
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Crazy is the writter of this poem | welcome to my life
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Welcome to my life. Crazy is the writter of this poem. March 20, 2008 at 9:49 pm ( Poems. Sharp as a tack. But dead as a doornail. Was Betty when she kicked the bucket. When hell froze over she knew that pigs would fly. She wanted to paint the town red before that day. She told a BFH. To shove it in a pail. Is what he said the day before last. But for the grace of God. She couldn’t find another fish in the sea. All she found was chicken. Her dead eyes looked like gems,. She was proud as a pickle,.
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Cliche « #1 PERSON IN AMERICA
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1 PERSON IN AMERICA. I like to talk about anthing from lieing teachers to why I won’t get out of bed. TIME TO KICK THE CAN. AS IT WAS RAINING CATS AND DOGS. AS SHE WAS WORKING AROUND THE CLOCK. AND PAINTING THE TOWN RED. BECAUSE IT WAS BIGGER THAN LIFE. AS A MATTER OF FACT. SHE WAS TRUE TO LIFE AS HER SLOW DEATH WAS FAIR BUT FIRM. SHE WAS A TOWER OF STRENGTH. LOOKING FOR GODS GRACE. AFTER SHE SPEANT HER ALMIGHTY DOLLAR. SHE WAS AS PROUD AS A PEACOCK. IT WAS AS EASY AS PIE. AS HELL FROZE OVER.