Followers
The worms they pilgrimed onward
For a miracle they knew
Had poured from yonder heaven,
Their devotion would be due.
Onward! onward! To their harbor,
For the flies already there-
And beetles
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“Ohmygosh I haven’t even started that monumental thousand point project due tomorrow.” My friend sighed rubbing his eyes, “how far are you Kenley?”
“Oh, umm...” I hesitate. Sweat
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Your eyes are green like freshly sprouted leaves, Noah wrote as John Denver's “Annie’s song” played tenderly in the background. No, that’s wrong. Her eyes aren’t the pale green of summe ... [+]
“Hello!”
(“Hello”)
he hates you.
“Excuse me,”
(“No worries!”)
she
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