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| Topic: Say something to someone, no need to name names please be ni - part 14 | |
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 OMG I just found out that my sister has a computer or something ,and she is trying to find me online. She found me on myspace and now she might find out about this site.
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Is she hot?
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Tue 02/17/09 10:32 AM
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If my sister comes on Mingle then its over for me This is where I come to escape
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Is she hot?  Most guys think so
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I denied her friend request on myspace but I don't know how long I will be able to hold out
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 welcome to no privacy
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I denied her friend request on myspace but I don't know how long I will be able to hold out  
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welcome to no privacy She wouldn't last very long on here. She causes too much drama
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I denied her friend request on myspace but I don't know how long I will be able to hold out I feel sorry for any guy that dates my sister
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I denied her friend request on myspace but I don't know how long I will be able to hold out I feel sorry for any guy that dates my sister Wanna feel sorry for me? |
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Tue 02/17/09 10:50 AM
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I denied her friend request on myspace but I don't know how long I will be able to hold out I feel sorry for any guy that dates my sister Wanna feel sorry for me? Being around my sister is like being trapped in a nightmare that you can't escape
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Edited by
misstina2
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Tue 02/17/09 11:25 AM
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its a lovely day in the mingle neighborhood
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its a lovely day in the mingle neighborhood sure is
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LOL
poor mirror is sooo scared of his sister Hi everybody.... welcome to hood lite 1/2 the gunshots of others hoods |
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Tue 02/17/09 02:08 PM
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LOL poor mirror is sooo scared of his sister Hi everybody.... welcome to hood lite 1/2 the gunshots of others hoods Now, my mom AND my sister are here (at my house) and they brought pizza
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LOL poor mirror is sooo scared of his sister Hi everybody.... welcome to hood lite 1/2 the gunshots of others hoods Now, my mom AND my sister are here (at my house) and they brought pizza How old is your sister? At least 21 right? If so tell her I said hi.... if not we will act like this didn't happen. I just think you'd be a cool brother in law |
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LOL poor mirror is sooo scared of his sister Hi everybody.... welcome to hood lite 1/2 the gunshots of others hoods Now, my mom AND my sister are here (at my house) and they brought pizza How old is your sister? At least 21 right? If so tell her I said hi.... if not we will act like this didn't happen. I just think you'd be a cool brother in law Every guy that gets with my sister ends up getting their life ruined.
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"THERE IS A PLEASURE IN POETIC PAINS"
'THERE is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only Poets know';--'twas rightly said; Whom could the Muses else allure to tread Their smoothest paths, to wear their lightest chains? When happiest Fancy has inspired the strains, How oft the malice of one luckless word Pursues the Enthusiast to the social board, Haunts him belated on the silent plains! Yet he repines not, if his thought stand clear, At last, of hindrance and obscurity, 10 Fresh as the star that crowns the brow of morn; Bright, speckless, as a softly-moulded tear The moment it has left the virgin's eye, Or rain-drop lingering on the pointed thorn. William Wordsworth-1827. |
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Edited by
MirrorMirror
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Tue 02/17/09 02:26 PM
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THE TIGER
by: William Blake (1757-1827) TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? |
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