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Hiccup
What the fuck was her name? :wine:
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She really was a delicate flower
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She tried to do unto others.
She made a damn good cake. With intent, she ended the cycle. |
(f)She Made The Bear Beautiful.(f)
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with my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage
He built a good bomb shelter.
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Hy could really dance uppa storm.
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Please Insert Coins and Stand Back :grindevil: :daywalker: |
Grounded, but glances toward the stars.
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Belief and tenacity was his grace.
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Leather and Lace In His Grace
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She did what she had to.
Swing from the hip now, swing. She drank a lot of coffee. More sensitive than you would think. |
I did it with a smile :sunglass:
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- I've learned everything the hard way.
- I survived, so I could shine. |
Faith and hope, her saving grace.
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My life was a Facebook status.
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Died with hys **** in hand
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he never understood finger bowls, but...
He knew which fork to use.
He believed kissing was sadly underrated. He forgave. Chose not to forget. |
Hy went out with a hard-on
Hy could really sing some tenor Death didn't diminish hys 6 ft ... ... hy still fit in the box |
Folsom
He let it all hang out.
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Happily Tucked in His Bear Cave
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