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Cockmotherhumpershitpissbodoinkeewacker,
Minnesota! It smelled like raspberries and sunlight and tender grass. It was summer and everything was more beautiful than any picture she had carried with her ... There had never been a place in the world as beautiful as Minnesota.
Number one, one, one on wonderful WINO.
Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!
Wakey wakey eggs and bacey!
King of tha westcoast
I remember very much there in Falls Church there was a creek that was flowing down into 4 Mile Run. I believe it's now covered up where it goes under Columbia Street. I found a whole family of weasels down there.
Seattle, Washington.
The cool, grey city of love.
I love that sassy name! Zoozle!
Call me Tanny, please. Montana is what my Master calls me.
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
There's no place you can go on the prairie that you don't hear the white noise of the wind, steady and rough as surf curling along a non-existant shore.
My name is Yon Yonson,
I work in Wisconsin
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
Aniimal Town:~) The place where Dreams & Adventures come true!
My real last name is Galifianakisburg.
CLEARVIEW, QUEENS
I grew up in a place called Malahide, which is by the water and is beautifully quiet, leafy, and part serene.
I thought Candy Mountain was a real place
If there was ever an aviary overstocked with jays it is that Yaptouwn on the Hudson called New York
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill,
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
I love a good safari.
Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world ...
Mrs. Winalski owned a candy-apple-red 1965 Mustang GT convertible, and she drove it like she could die at any minute and needed to get five things done before that happened.
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
Anne of Windy Poplars
Sweet Washington cherries and Walla Walla onions are two of my favorite local treats.
The beautiful world!
What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?
The wino and I know the pain of back bustin'.
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
Now I think I'm back in Wisconsin. I see cows." "Sounds like Wisconsin.
Kerrick the weed.
You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.
I am originally from Indiana. I know what most of you are thinking: Indiana - mafia.
Prescott National Forest is right on the edge of my home in Arizona.
Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
Bagby Hot Springs.
Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky, a dream come true, I'll live there til I die.
on the outskirts of Johnson
King Offa's dyke,
My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life. It smelt of summer and rain and newness. It was patterned with shifting light and shade, alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong. Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.
This couldn't be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that. A light breeze stirred the pin-cherry tree beside the window, ruffled the feathers of a fat sea gull promenading on the pink rocks below. The breeze was full of evergreen spice.
This is how we thank assholes for messing with Poughkeepsie.
I love being from Wisconsin.
Vashon is an island, accessible by ferry from Seattle, mainly populated by NIMBY-ish hippies, NIMBY-ish yuppies, boutique farmers, and wizards riding recumbent bicycles. A full quarter of the children in Vashon schools are unvaccinated.
Bats and birds taken from those mountains
The great white city of brotherhood, Washington ...
What is this place? Heaven? <> Ha. <> You're supposed to say, It's Iowa.
Debbie shuffled back through her notes. "The president of the Owyhee Land and Irrigation Company was Whipple Phillips." "Whipple?" chuckled Xela. "Yep." "Don't name 'em like that anymore," said Roger.
This Side of Paradise
If Cape wasn't your last name, what was your real one?" I asked, deathly curious now. "Ahhhh," he complained. "Pincas Huckleburr.
I call Washington 'the city of the perishable.'
She's my Tallahassee lassie down in FLA.
I love coming back to Neath - this is home and always will be.
Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
I remember seeing war hero Jimmy Doolittle fly a Gee Bee racer there. He was my childhood hero. Many years later, I was lucky enough to go hunting with him.
Tell me something in your native woodland language.
The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below
Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.
Connecticut's Beardsley Zoo
Wuttaya say."
"Bill's inside," Lucille said. "Get me a drink, willya, Harry?"
"Sure.
Knock knock. War's where! Which war? The Twwinns. Knock knock. Woos without! Without what? An apple. Knock knock.
I have tender, romantic associations with upstate New York.
The windows of the
Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington
it began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston ... This is your victory.
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;
When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
Sassicaia from Tuscany,
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
Geep,' whuppled the parrot.
Fox Creek Road. Such a simple, unassuming name for this place where destiny's going to go down. Now I know the where. And the who, and the what. All I have to figure out is the when. And the why.
Houston, the Eagle has landed.
Spread this over Vanni's
Have you tried the cinnamon things?" Poppet asks. "They're rather new. What are they called, Widge?"
"Fantastically delicious cinnamon things?
Thomasville, North Carolina. A
You know what's funny is that I have this ongoing relationship with the city of Washington D.C. I went to George Washington University, and my nickname was K-Dub - based on G-Dub - and I'm now on the board of trustees at George Washington University.
Inhabited by those who died in wickness,
This little boy is five years old, and big trees he loved to climb! His special name is Terry
I wanted to use some kind of name so people would know where I was from. So I took the name "bluegrass." There is not a prettier name in the whole world.
Bird of Wide Experience I
The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
Winckelmann wished to live with a work of art as a friend. The saying is true of pen and pencil. Fresh lustre shoots from Lycidas in a twentieth perusal. The portraits of Clarendon are mellowed by every year of reflection.
Suci, a Sumatran rhino, lives at the Cincinnati Zoo,
India Lima Yankee
Do you know what we call windows in Belgrade?' she asked. All our windows are broken and crisscrossed with scotch tape. 'Windows 99.
Neverwinter Wood.
If I played in New York, they'd name a candy bar after me.
This here is: JESUS LAND
The only thing here was a long gray ribbon of road, stretched like tape stuck by a toddler onto a rolling carpet of green hills under a huge arch of blue sky. This is Virginia. My Virginia, anyway.
Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.
On the Jellicoe road
What is this place? Heaven? You're supposed to say, "It's Iowa.