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performance
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djdown
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I can't take that kind of pressure.
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ksh
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verry good!!!!
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990201
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meli
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It's all about the rhythm.
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000105
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Q
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Sometimes There Is No Standing Ovation Sometimes there is no standing ovation; yet the play receives rave reviews from those who are there, no matter the distance between them, for as long as they can remember. Imagination and creation unbridled, just inspiration of appetencial warmth, irrepressible touch starting with only fingertips, soft whisper breath to ear or eye, all these, too, make daylilly seeds. Copr. 2000
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hedwig.child
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don't you know me? i'm the new berlin wall, baby. try and tear me down.
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salty pepper
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mick_jagger oh man.
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020719
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a close freind of harry flowers
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Didn't I see you down in San Antone' On a hot and dusty night? You were eatting eggs in Sammy's When a Black man drew his knife, And you drowned that Jew in Ramton As he washed his sleevless shirt. You know, that Spanish-speaking Gentleman, the one that we all called Kurt. Come now, Gentlemen, I know there's some Mistake, How forgetful I'm Becoming, Now, Fix your business, Shirt. And didn't I see you down In Hemlock Row, back in 1956, You were a faggoty little Leather Boy With a smaller piece of stick. You were a lashing smashing Hunk of man whose sweat shines Sweet and strong, Your organs working perfectly, But there's a part That's not screwed on. And weren't you at the Coke Convention back in 1965, You were the misbred grey executive I'd seen heavelly advertised, You're the great grey man Who's Daughter licks Policemans buttons clean, You're the man who squats Behind the man That works the Soft Machine. Come now, Gentlemen, Your Love is all I crave, You'll still be in the Circus When I'm Laughing; Laughing in my Grave! When the Old men do the fighting, And the Young Men all look on, And the Young Girls eat Their Mothers Meat From tubes of Plasticon, Be wary please, My gentle Freinds, Of all the skins You breed. They have a tasty habit, To eat the hand that bleeds. Oh Rosie dear, Don't You think it's queer, So stop Me if You please. "The baby's dead." My Lady said. You Gentlemen, You ALL work for Me!
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no reason
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it was almost perfect, despite the end. the end was not at all perfect. still, i was almost happy with it. i'm going to try and feel this way again now . ok? so i just need you to get_out_of_my_head.
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marjorie
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it will all begin at 7! or 8! whichever comes first
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040914
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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