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A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
My beautiful Ivey.
We thought it was drops
of dew and kissed
cold tears from the crossgrass.
We all have moments with the dust, but the dew is given.
But soft,what light yonder window breaks...
The twelve months ...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.
Dog diggity Cedric Diggory - you are a doggy dynamo.
And every dew-drop paints a bow.
A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry
I don't like to be coarse, but if I did, I would be!
-Granby commenting on something Rankin has said.
Hissy, hissy, little snakey, Slither on the floor, You be good to Morfin Or he'll nail you to the door.
The dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink I heard a voice it said Drink, pretty creature, drink'
Drop-dead freshly fucked gorgeous.
I'd kill for 'somewhat frosty.'
The cool, lithe, cynical, and unconquered lord of the housetops.
What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.
I am a classy dame.
coltish-looking,
Faith is like the freshness of dewdrops.
Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.
Dwayne's only companion at night was a Labrador retriever named Sparky. Sparky could not wag his tail - because of an automobile accident many years ago, so he had no way of telling other dogs how friendly he was. He had to fight all the time. His ears were in tatters. He was lumpy with scars. ***
For many years, at great cost, I traveled through many countries, saw the high mountains, the oceans. The only things I did not see were the sparkling dewdrops in the grass just outside my door.
He's slicker than a bald-tired semi on a mile of wet asphalt
Brainy is the new sexy.
Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies ...
Bully for you, chilly for me, got to get a raincheck on pain.
dripping-wet Gloss
I hate the word "deft.
Misty is the color of rain on a window.
An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Plain as a pike-staff.
The timely dew of sleep.
To what shall
I liken the world?
Moonlight, reflected
In dewdrops,
Shaken from a crane's bill.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Illy [Ray Illingworth] had the man-management skills of Basil Fawlty
I've told you that I'm a tricksy wight, and I am, my sweet. But there are those in the Seelie Court who would make me seem a very perfect knight.
Grody is in the eye of the beholder.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
like an angry diamond,
Every drop of dew before it fades must feel itself immortal.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
I am ... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
Birdy Edwards is here. I am Birdy Edwards!
I shall call him Tufty.
There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were ... what was the word ... deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.
Hot and hasty, like a Scotch jig.
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew.
I'm light and airy.
The night was mossy and hot...
Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.
His hand shone dully in its light. No good for throttling eunuchs, but heavy enough to smash that slimy smile into a fine red ruin.
prestidigitator,
The morning was so damp and misty
Frosty girl, plain and colorless, who protected herself against a world she disliked by a mask-like expression and a hypertrophy of intellect.
Twelve-year-old Islay. Good stuff if you liked peat, smoke, earth, rain, despair, and the Atlantic Ocean, and who doesn't like that?
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.
The dews at this hour is unwholesome for females, observed Joe.
In lang, lang days o' simmer,
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi' balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An' ilka blade o' grass
Keps its ain drap o' dew.
Every dew drop reflects the glints of morning sun light like a pearl to kindle our heart.
Swathed in an old tweed coat on which the damp had settled like a thousand tiny pearls.
He's soft and strong at the same time; beautiful and cold like a polished japanese katana.
Lewis: "You looked beautiful tonight. In fact, you get more beautiful every time I see you."
Nicky: "I, but I was just wearing-"
Lewis: "Say thanks."
Nicky: "Okay, thanks, and you looked... muddy.
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw, had two big horns and a wooly jaw.
The whole moon and the entire sky are reflected in one dewdrop on the grass.
Ummmm, Excuse me, Cokey McWhoreslut?
Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Introducing 'Lite': the new way to spell 'Light'; but with twenty per cent fewer letters.
Inebriate of Air - am I
And Debauchee of Dew
Reeling - thro endless summer days
From Inns of Molten Blue -
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
thin and elegant as a mantis
Ropes of silver gliding from sunny thunder into freshness.
A hand as fruitful as the land that feeds us; His dew falls everywhere.
The gloomy shade of death.
I was born 'neath a clouded star.
Morning dew upon the grass,
glistening in the sun.
Yesterday's gone,
tomorrow may come,
but this day has begun.
Lovey dovey or fucky wucky
I'm done with cool. I've been done with cool for years.
Darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute
Been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm
The delicous breath of rain was in the air.
What you g-g-gonna do, tough guy? Tickle Toothless to d-d-death?
Before you sit down to listen to the news at seven, kneel down to ask God for the dew of Heaven
Minty Fresh made a motion with his hands of leveling, as if he were smoothing an imaginary tablecloth of calm over a counter constructed of contemporary freak-out.
Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.
I was like stone - strong, resilient, unwavering. He was the wind - wild, harsh, unpredictable. He had the power to wear me down, slowly yet surely. And finally he had worn me down.
Gentle dullness ever loves a joke.
Like dew I was born
Like dew I vanish
..and all that I have ever done
Is but a dream
Within a dream
Need to sharpen my blade. Make it shiny, gleamy, and oh, so ... deadly.
Relentless rain, like a non-stop talker.
I like dull. It lasts.
Clippy got that pervert-on-the-playground look again..
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned
An alkie in full defiant
was a parasite with nasty teeth,
You stupefied me. We waxed,
Carnivores, late and alight
In the beaded winter. All was ominous, luminous.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
with a seeping glitter of dark blood,
How gracious those dews of solace that over my senses fall At the clink of the ice in the pitcher the boy brings up the hall.