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Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:13 am to lurkr
Turkey in the morning and bream in the afternoon. Best time of year. It's literally like heaven at the farm that time of year. I could live like that every single day and never grow tired of it.
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:24 am to 15sammy34
I am the fog that rolls in cold and white,
Ghosts slowly marching upon a silent land,
I am the whisper that comes in the night,
Making men clutch the covers with trembling hands,
I am the story told round the campfire,
Making each foreign sound a terror anew,
I am what keeps open eyes that are tired,
Because they know one night, I'm coming for you
Ghosts slowly marching upon a silent land,
I am the whisper that comes in the night,
Making men clutch the covers with trembling hands,
I am the story told round the campfire,
Making each foreign sound a terror anew,
I am what keeps open eyes that are tired,
Because they know one night, I'm coming for you
This post was edited on 1/2/13 at 3:25 am
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:31 am to fr33manator
My mind is too tired to really analyze poetry right now.
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:39 am to lurkr
It's cold here too. 26 degrees with a wind chill of 20.
Gonna be cold like that all week but clear. And it'll give me a chance to finally wear my army of sweaters I've bought in the last couple months.
Gonna be cold like that all week but clear. And it'll give me a chance to finally wear my army of sweaters I've bought in the last couple months.
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:40 am to fr33manator
Beware of the pale horse, for death rides upon him.
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:47 am to BluegrassBelle
Ooohhhhhhhh sweater puppies. BRB
Posted on 1/2/13 at 3:55 am to BluegrassBelle
quote:
pull a muscle
So many jokes, so few characters.
It's 45° degrees here with a stiff north wind.
This post was edited on 1/2/13 at 3:59 am
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