Entries By the wiz that he waz
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trophy
Tho the house is tumbling down Trophy has regained renown Angel feathers so divine Bring it an unearthly shine
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 5:29 pm
Dear John and Gladys Brophy Left behind a dusty trophy Wasn’t it so very sad That in the end ’twas all they had
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 5:20 pm
Who shall shine the dusty trophy Now that gone is Mrs Brophy It seems that husband John Shall rejoin her before long
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 5:10 pm
The trophy doth live on Tho Mrs Brophy’s gone She bid adieu to husband John And died of the atrophy
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 5:00 pm
The word conjures up A vision of a cup: The Ladies tropy– Won by Mrs Brophy
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 4:45 pm
sticks
‘ Well i’ll just show the stinker’ said farmer fox. With a longish peice of twig he toppled the Prof’s cap (Made from hazel leaves) feather and all into a muddy pothole. ” Do you think my apparel grows on trees?’ the so proud Prof snarled. Then he thought of himself and haughtilly added “at least not COMMON trees!
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 10:31 am
Beneath his breath Professor Fox said ‘feck these gloves they’ve gone somehow faded and limp and limp’. He would have to do better . He knew the lane where the best foxgloves grew as he had an eye for perfection. Even the pheasant feather in his cap testified to this–not to mention his walking stick! You should have seen him as he swaggered back down the lane..’Will ya look at that hoor with his head in the air’ said poor farmer fox to himself. And he wooden bidya the time o day!
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.18.2011 @ 10:14 am
Alone you thought! crackling sound of sticks underfeet in the tulgy forest, omininous–you cant see what’s coming– is it man or some less dangerous animal. You’ve lost your way.. heart pounds like a drum.. better climb up a densely leafed treeas nfast as possible, keep quiet and hope for the beast!
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 1:23 pm
cigarette
Cigaretto, lethal cigaretto! LUNGS ARE DAMAGED– Breathing so upset… Cigaretto lethal cigaretto Giving cause for such regret!
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 9:22 am
am not tinkin but in my mins eye i see the white cylinder shape that is fag. it rolls to an fro tho i hav no control o this. i think of all the massive fagsmokers ive known . their ghosts come back uninvited from beyond tho itry to keep them some distance i can see they still pullin an draggin on their fags. Nothin changes!
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 8:50 am
cigarillo armadillo ci gare. la gare. fags are sometimes used as an instrument o torture.human torturing humn. Used with same intent in zoos by nasties. Man torturing animal: Human fagnasties! Used to set forests and houses alight: Fagarsonists!!! havn time to find if any subscriber mentioned this.???
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 8:27 am
me air be grey as the curling swirling smoke. this sheet be grey dat i type upon. Am broke from inhalin grey smoke. an drinkin coke. Tho i no sup the ard stuff i av ta say. My blue bluds gone green mixed wid nikoteen. I’ll soon be all yaller saller. air n eyel be grey
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 4:02 am
the trees are all smokin an der branches bee broken. the braches keep croken. and the bees reawoken. the leaves they ar soaken in honey provoken the bees iv begun to start pokin. gods thrut am not jokin
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 3:10 am
the tress are tobacco trees. but there none about tho still i see trees thers bees in dem trees dey bee a hummin all goin an cummin but there aint no trees tho i no i see trees an here bees but der aint bno trees nor be der bee bees. der al in me ead
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 3:05 am
the joker was smoker. the fags nerly broker . she was fan o bram stoker. was he a smoker. id say he was ogre.
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 3:01 am
tobac. cabot. yellow flake. softness expertise. dragon a fagon. wagon. were on a roll. hey where ya goin mon. hoots. waggonner. with all dat hay. yer on aroll mon . a cigarette roll. a rolled cigarette
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.17.2011 @ 2:55 am
my subconcious loves to soke up the smokes when the olw hoots is whooo=hoooo an beetleguise hangin upthere somewher an the fireflies dancewildly. She remembers all the glamourous screen godesses who smoked with such allure…their emitted smokiness soft lifted by the skizwoid wind. she likes to light up in the darkwind emotion sky just to show me so refinedly chizzled cheekbones. she goes her own defiant way when i snooze. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Posted By the wiz that he waz On 07.16.2011 @ 1:29 pm
