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Reposing
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... a bed creaking] When little Birdie bye-bye goes, quiet as mice in churches, He puts his head where no one knows, on one leg he perches. When little Babie bye-bye goes, on Mamma's arm reposing, Soon he lies beneath the clothes, safe in the cradle dozing... [A longer silencer, and a muttered 'stupid songs', before a noise of rolling over, and much quieter singing, almost innocent if you didn't ...

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... jesting, debt contracting, and rowdy mischievousness, give continual scandal to the pious, serious, industrious, solvent bourgeois. the first line, divided, shows one looking at the stillness of reposing nature. absorbed by the sublime sensibility which renders the consciousness of existence felicity, Maria was happy, till an autumnal scent, wafted by the breeze of morn from the fallen leaves ...

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Published: 1 year, 7 months ago (Mon, 26 Nov 2007 02:32:22 PST); 2366 bytes
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... everything said. listless thinking, desires of the dead. from apathy to absence, a miserable re- occurrence. divested of the artificial, and progress isn't ideal. selfish with restrictions, engulfed by convictions. a doubled life rage, reposing to hone sage. "misery isnt a feeling, it's the absence of." torture. pure, unadulterated, sage-shattering torture. attesting a heart break.

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Published: 1 year, 9 months ago (Tue, 02 Oct 2007 16:06:55 PDT); 662 bytes
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... by a destructive, incoherent insanity, grabbed his sword, and charged the kneeling knight. Unaware of the impending doom threatening to befall him, Sir Meric began to rise. He reached to retrieve his sword, reposing next to his discarded helmet. Noticing a sudden blur of motion in the shine of the helmet, Sir Meric turned swiftly, sword in hand, to see what manner of creature was advancing upon ...

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Published: 1 year, 10 months ago (Sat, 25 Aug 2007 06:05:31 PDT); 16 Kb
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