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like those weird skits she does sometimes with tracy morgan. the one they did tonight where she was reciting some poetry or something and he was all 'i creamed my pants when you mentioned breasts'. like it's not even that funny but there's something very cool and beautiful about it. i can't explain. like art even. man.
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and man faith hill rocked tonigh t:x i only saw her second song but it was great
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she's such a hottie.
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yeah
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ugh i didn't like faith whathername
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i loved the way she was dressed. it was so understated. and how she was dancing around. and that cool girl in the ********** with teh platinum blonde hair.
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http://www.indiana.edu/~alumni/magta...ages/life1.jpg
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate willfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. |
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