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![]() thought of betting another horse to win just trying to be helpful, you must be a miserable ******* not to pick up on this or just always want to be a smart-ass not really in to info just want to play on a website . i said that at/ap/aw
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![]() Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. 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 is 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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It's a personal favorite. So much so that Morty has been unable to ruin it for me.
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![]() Isn't the ending of that poem the line the creepy dude used on the chick in Death Proof?
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( Ask BrownSugar to bury you.) |
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don't let anger get in the way of your weird internet affectation. |
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