A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words

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Housework?
It rots the mind!
How clean is YOUR house?



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[CellarDweller]

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static cling is not your frined
see what it's done to my split ends
hair all over in a complete frizz
how it got this way, that's nobody's biz
reaching straight up to the sky
just look at me now, my oh my
on that bulky sweater I did rub
now I must soak in a tub.









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[Lumière]

Do you know how to figure skate?
She's been doing it since she was eight.
Look how she glides like a bird in the sky;
Look at that slender, muscle-toned thigh.
Man, I wish I could skate like that..
If I tried, I would surely go Splat!






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[CellarDweller]

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big bear love, it is the best
hairy back and hairy chest
don't care how, and don't care where
I want my paws upon my bear
don't need to find a private place
out in public I'll suck his face
watched from below, watched from above
ain't nothin' better than big bear love!






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[ifyoucantfixit]

                         How long ago was dinnertime.?   When was the last chow?
                        It doesn't seem so long ago.  But would you look at me now.?
                                   I chose the bean soup!!!.  It was very tasty.
                                          Perhaps  I chose a tad  bit hasty?
                                         If I knew then, what I know now.
                                              I would have had a pastry.

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[Lumière]

I can hear the thunder of hooves
on the not-so-distant plain.
I can feel the dryness of the air,
I can taste the dust rising to the sky..
Horse manes flap in the wind;
nostrils flare as tireless limbs
carry their riders on their charge
through the not-so-distant plain..





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[ifyoucantfixit]

                                              Holmes

                      No one knows how he gained his talent.  He was the modern man.
                         He was sartorially correct, for the mid victorian grand.
                             There was a certain air of him, he carried with aplomb.
                          A mystery to his keen mind.  Were merely products of its sums.
                                He was a clue collector.  A very smart man indeed.
                                    He had his trusty friend, to help.  And his arch enemy to
                                                                defeat.

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[Lumière]

He sits in silence,
waiting for the water to boil.
A pot of tea sounds good
after a day of sweat and toil..

Desert winds whistle
and fan the dying fire..
Empty bottles lie at his feet
water is his only desire..





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[Sharon]

Open hands,
with sand of memories
and a flower of emotions.

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[Sharon]

Und Amber--sicher darfst Du eins auf Deutsch machen! Ich werds entweder uebersetzen, oder es heimlich behalten!
                     

What a surprise, thank you very much for your kindness twistedude 
- for all who didn`t understand German, she told me: Of course you can post one in German,
I will either translate it or secretly take it for myself. (Hope the ransl. is correct).
- First I will try it in Englisch - one day maybe I make one in German -