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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by iloveyoumango » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:08 pm

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HyperJax is right we could do it!!!!!!

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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by inkydragons » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:08 pm

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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by pootypug » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:09 pm

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest Sea;
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson

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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by iloveyoumango » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:10 pm

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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by Vante. » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:13 pm

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Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones,
But Words Will Rip my Skin
⇝ Apart. ⇜

♔ - I just feel b r o k e n. - ♔

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Re: Count to 1,500 before the summer event ends!

by pootypug » Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:13 pm

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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the Gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest Sea;
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

-Emily Dickinson