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Poem of the day:

I’ve also been spending quite a bit of time trying to foster relationships with some of the other families here.
I’ve always felt like that with him.
I’ve always gotten everything I’ve wanted in life.
I’ve always wanted to do an around the world trip, but ideally it’d be with Virgin Galactic and it would take less than a day (though you think it’s going to cost in
I’ve been good.
I’ve done it before.
No Joy here.
No kidding.
No longer does it endeavor to only provide hospice care to terminally ill Fender jazz bass pick ups.
No mention of the flag or killing furners, so it could be worse, but perhaps it wasn’t over yet or you had tuned in late and missed that verse.
No more “Camp Casey,” that five acres of land in.
No more “Camp Casey,” that five acres of land in.
No more public appearances.
No more public appearances.
No one else saw it, you didn’t have to make excuses, and once you left the doors of your home you began the play-acting that you called your life.
No one wants to hear about it, you don’t blame them, and you wish you could ingore it too.
No seriously, we’re kinda kidding about those last few things.
no stickiness, no tackiness.
No surprises.
No telling how many more Pat and you haven’t found.
No way, no how.
No you not going to get a cheeseburger, or eat a loaf of bread, its just that a)you feel like ass on this diet b)yes, i’ve lost weight 5lbs now, but you think that the
Nobody believes.
Nobody really buys it.
NoLayupRule has been riding Isiah’s nuts for about 3 years now and, the only thing that could possibly pry her off would be the Fender jazz bass pick ups.
None of us can wait! This past week has been particularly edgy here at the rental Casa due to the winter storm.
non-minority, we all know the answer to that one.
non-scientific definition of conception.

Poem by NoPastaBasta, a group of independent experimental internet poets.