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Don't Call Me ShirleyA 'couple' isn't necessarily an object, but more of a concept--- so what is it worth? Is it worth the five cents I kept in my shoe? ['Surely, you jest!']Don't Call Me Shirley
So tin-foil catches your eye, doesn't it? Now I've got a secret (of yours)-- a secret I can keep (in my shoe?) forever.
If I take that tin-foil
and wrap it around my existence, what will I be worth? Will I be worth the five cents that I flipped over my shoulder?
And if I do catch your eye, will I become another secret of yours, one that you can keep &n
by ~yourbonesmymirror
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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." - Henry Ward Beeche
Ditto, and thanks for the cool artwork.
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"Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures." - Henry Ward Beeche
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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~I see the glass half spilled~
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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Then I double-checked and I didn't. O_O
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