… making sure that there was …
… a thumping good yarn behind each stellar formation
But the street washers were approaching
A loud, wild, shaking voice
His heart, his soul melted
Clasping his hands on his stomach
You don’t even have to give me a room
Being the obvious center of the universe
Round or flat, whatever
Sheltered as I was …
… I almost believed her
He felt her hand on his hip
Where’s my dog?
The bed was narrow
Think of something else
Others have become philosophers …
… arguing that nothing exists …
… that all is mirage
I’m having trouble with the first sentence
The line goes up his nose
They have their own language
There is still a tiredness about him
The woman is as tough as nails
Two frosted margaritas appear
Know when you’re finished
All the rest is only life
So I took a sip of my water
On the horizon was a ship
Quinci fuor quete le lanose gote
You have to establish the horizon
Pictures are magic, as you know
Gone fishing
Eyes mark the shape of the city
She reads with great concentration
There was nobody within sight
But it couldn’t be true
It couldn’t possibly be true
Heroes walk their own dogs
You must always dress conservatively
And now here they were
They were sitting so close …
… that their arms were touching
It had a faint Australian accent
I wonder if there are dogs on Mars
Her voice was very quiet
It never listens to me
I’ve not asked about your day
Get out of my bloody way
Then leave a little reminder on their windshield
You spotted snakes with double tongue
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