17 plushie
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idk this was supposed to be something more, but This is just how critic works, like this is just a helpful chart
i like crits expressions
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YOU ARE HIS – a poem and song by BBB
YOU ARE HIS – a poem and song by BBB
#Poetry #Poem
YOU ARE HIS
by Bill Kochman
https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry
04-09-2014
When friends desert you and family takes flight,
When your joy turns to sorrow and day to night,
When the demons of hell roar and fill with fright,
Remember, you are His.
When love abandons you and loneliness steps in,
When peace departs and turmoil fills you within,
When darkness surrounds you and tempts to sin,
Remember, you are His.
You are His, dear child, don’t you ever forget,
You are His, dear child, tho Satan casts his net,
You are His, dear child, there’s no need to fret,
Remember, you are forever and always His.
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WHERE’S YOUR HEAD, FRED? – a poem and song by BBB
WHERE’S YOUR HEAD, FRED? – a poem and song by BBB
#Poetry #Poem
WHERE’S YOUR HEAD, FRED?
by Bill Kochman
https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry
01-06-2017
Once there was a slimeball,
Who went by the name of Fred,
He stayed up half the night,
Inventing gossip in his bed.
His tongue was just so nasty,
He filled everyone with dread,
Now one thing was for certain,
You never forgot a word he said.
People finally grew so tired,
They just wanted that man dead,
The judge agreed right quickly,
And that villain lost his head.
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I visited my plant friends today
(Lungenkraut/lungwort, Leberblümchen/liverwort, Schneeglöckchen/snowdrops, Veilchen/violets, Hohe Schlüsselblume/oxlip)
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Im not gonna pretend the solution would be simple as we know NOTHING about coding but:
Surely the proper way for this to work is still to have an aggregate record of a post’s notes AND a way to view notes that come from a specific reblog state?
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Fun little Loran drawing to doodled up based on, you guessed it, Baby Hotline! This was a sketch in my book a while back, so even years back he was destined to be on that damned pay phone… lol
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I told you
I desire you more
Forever glowing
My longing
Forever yours
And
My need to feel you close
Touch lingering sparks
Come crushing
Waves ripple through every fibre in my body
I told you
Enveloped
My fingernails graze naked skin
Red lines across pale pink
Titillating
Tingle
How intensely I need
To feel the March wind sing
Singing wild
About desire
Confessing love and violent
There I said it
I want to leave marks
