DeadTwista
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My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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buried out back
07/22/08
Have fun. I look forward to the magical cheese you will be returning to the community with. Maybe then the clouds will be lifted and all shall be right with Big Brother.
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07/21/08
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07/21/08
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07/19/08
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07/19/08
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