Kim possible , communicators, aid? I’m really not sure, sounds kind of like wage. I need a job, really bad, that’s pretty crazy , ATANDT ahahahahahah i don’t know what to write . pregnant ladies. are funny. watching a show on tlc.
Wade into the water and retrieve the ball, that’s all you have to do kid.
Just because he kept telling himself this didn’t make it any less scary. Why had it had to land out in the deep end. And what’s with the gathering crowd? It wasn’t like this was some major feat or show.
I stuck my toe in. Freezing. Considering it was March, I wasn’t surprised that the water was so numbing, but I needed the distraction. I waded in little by little until I was up to my knees and couldn’t remember why I loved him so much in the first place.
Dancing, I couldn’t believe that so much time had passed. It seemed like hours had passed sine his death. But it had been only minutes. He had waded into the ocean, and he had drowned. No one noticed. She did.
I felt it. At the shore. I wanted to be underneath the water. I wanted to feel it’s coolness on my skin. The presence, the waves, I felt it thrum in the core of my being. I walked into the water and waded in it’s coolness. I felt pure. Cleansed.
I wade into the shallow, cold water, feeling the sting of the ice cold river numb my feet. I let out a short, gasping breath before continuing on, refusing to give into the coldness that surrounded my feet.
wading in a velvet sea is a song by phish. it is an unreal song and it reminds me of the summer. it deff is a song every person should listen to ever. not only does it remind of wading in a velvet it sea. it makes me think of what it would be like to do this. comfortable.
i dont really know what this word means. i used to sing a song in 7th or 8th grade about it though. it was like wadee in the waterrrr. blah blah blah. i always thought about ducks when i sang it in chorus. but i had no clue what the song was really about, kinda depressing. i stil dont even know.. i dont even know what the songs called or even any of the other words of it
He waded out toward the deeper end of the pool, careful of the jagged rocks that could cut the soles of his feet and send blood swirling into the water, bring the sharks toward him.
It was one stupid ring flung in the heat of a stupid argument, and he had to find it, wanted to find it, wanted to tell her he was sorry and he had meant to ask her, that the ring really was for her —
Once upon a time there was a boy named Wade. He was super cool and awesome and everyone loved him except he didn’t think so, so he tried way to hard to be someone other than Wade till one day he fell off a bridge and realized he was Wade and always would be so he decided to be Wade and not some big shot guy he really wasn’t.
Wade in the water. This song brings me back to last year when I was in a singing workshop. We all sang this song together. Wade in the water. Wade in the water children, wade in the water….
As I wade in the depths of uncertainty I as myself why. Why I am where I am, and how I got here. Where I went wrong. And of the few things in my short life I’ve done right. I ask why me? Why now? Why?
Wading into the watery shores I find solace in the wind. It is but a simple comfort in this life, and sometimes simple comforts are we have. Life is good, when you wade into the ocean. Life is good to feel the breeze in your hair.
The ducks wade into the pond all together, lifting up the skirts of their feathers delicately as they enter. Water lilies almost float by, but they are anchored to the muddy depths with fronded anchors.
I think of someone trying to wade across a dark lake, or maybe an over-flowing river. They fight to cross the stream, but I truly believe they can make it to the other side.
Wade in the water like a duck. Make your ducklings follow.
Wade in the water like a boat. Carry your passengers to safety.
Wade in the water like you do. You look so beautiful in the summer sun.
Wade in the water. Wade in the water. Wade in the water for me.
The little girls wades into the pond
the seaweed tangles between her toes
closing her eyes she feels
the sand beneath her
the water rushing around her ankles
the crisp air as it rushes through her hair
simplicity…
i got this word last time i was on this website, i wrote about words that rhymed with it. it made absolutely no sense, i thought i would get a word that i could get in depth with, but we dont get everything we want do wE?
into the surf, without shoes. Sand between my toes. Or maybe in a river, with mud sucking at the soles of my feet. Is that a fish? Yikes! Hot day, steamy air. Water feels good, but I don’t like the mud. Wade in and catch tadpoles.
is the last name of my a nephew and niece, they are wonderful kids. I love to wade into the thought of their wondering eyes that like to wander this earth,. Wading pols are kids favorite rights of hot summer passage,wading into the the cold salt water can be an over whelming way of discovering tide pools….
he waded through the coursing waters, through the thick sludge brough about by the relentless beat of the rain, through everything that was holding him back.
as i slowly wade in to the chilling icey water ,i flash my head back and fourth, my brother was no were in sight i began to panic, franticly shoving my head under over and over screaming his name….. what had i done……….
in the water swim tides surf animals rain dogs snow life smile sun sight birds flying high in the blue sky on a cliff side looking over the ocean blue and clear for the world to see and its beautiful yes this is nice with the dolphins and the pelicans and the trees moss and country mountains are also important runing in the rain is pretty nicetoo tv shows not really yes wading like waiting for someone
I waded through the bodies in the water. Sinking ever deeper into the murk. How I got here. How they got here. We are one in the same. My fate is theirs. I sink. I don’t breathe. I die. Farewell.
I had this pair of waders when i was a kid… they were rubber, and my dad’s old fishing waders. On my class trip to wallops island virginia i took them with me and i was the only kid who could walk into the marshes and not ruin my shoes. I have lots of pics of me in these dark holes in the wetlans.
i like to wade in the water when it is hot outside. i wade in lakes and streams when i cannot find a pool. i cannot wait to be home where it is summer so i can wade in the pool while i tan. wading in the pool is very relaxing. i am not sure what else to write so tadaaaa!
wade in the water…waaade in the water chiiildren waaaade in the water, God’s gonna trouble the waaater. Who’s that yonder dressed in white? wadin in the water?
Wading into deeper waters
Unsure where this is going
Out of her depth
She flounders
Flailing
And it’s his name that she screams
Not help
But his name
Reaching, senselessly, for someone who isn’t there
There’s no prince come to save you little girl
Just cold waters
And night
Wade in the water, and you may get a whole new understanding of wet.
Wade into an argument and you may get a whole new understanding of where you shouldn’t have gone.
Wade was a big fella, bigger than most anyway. Once he actually pulled up a chair to an all you can eat buffet and then beat senseless three waiters who tried to forcibly remove him. A good guy to have on your side.
I waded in the open wanter for about thirty seconds before I heard a loud wind sounding like a rushing water. I fell into the open waves like a friend lost in a sea of forgetfulness. I hope one day I can fly into the clouds without any hint of gravity.
Slowly, she wades into the lake. Her hair falls off her shoulder and hesitates before touching the water. Suddenly, she plunges in. No more wading. No more waiting.
there is a shoe brand called wade that i really like, except for the fact that, although i think that their designs are cool, i’ve decided that i can’t have a pair of ’em coz they’re too funky and doesn’t fit my age and lifestyle anymore.
I am wading through a sea of paperwork. So many scholarship applications, housing information packets, dining options, class schedules, professors, advisors…. I am up to my hips in information. Time to roll up the blue jeans and grab a pair of swimmies…
Kim possible , communicators, aid? I’m really not sure, sounds kind of like wage. I need a job, really bad, that’s pretty crazy , ATANDT ahahahahahah i don’t know what to write . pregnant ladies. are funny. watching a show on tlc.
Wade into the water and retrieve the ball, that’s all you have to do kid.
Just because he kept telling himself this didn’t make it any less scary. Why had it had to land out in the deep end. And what’s with the gathering crowd? It wasn’t like this was some major feat or show.
Nurse! Wade a minude! I’m sick, and I need a deeshu!
I stuck my toe in. Freezing. Considering it was March, I wasn’t surprised that the water was so numbing, but I needed the distraction. I waded in little by little until I was up to my knees and couldn’t remember why I loved him so much in the first place.
Dancing, I couldn’t believe that so much time had passed. It seemed like hours had passed sine his death. But it had been only minutes. He had waded into the ocean, and he had drowned. No one noticed. She did.
i wade in the water. the cool fresh water. now the heat doesnt matter. its like a piece of mint gum. its like…
I felt it. At the shore. I wanted to be underneath the water. I wanted to feel it’s coolness on my skin. The presence, the waves, I felt it thrum in the core of my being. I walked into the water and waded in it’s coolness. I felt pure. Cleansed.
I wade into the shallow, cold water, feeling the sting of the ice cold river numb my feet. I let out a short, gasping breath before continuing on, refusing to give into the coldness that surrounded my feet.
wading in a velvet sea is a song by phish. it is an unreal song and it reminds me of the summer. it deff is a song every person should listen to ever. not only does it remind of wading in a velvet it sea. it makes me think of what it would be like to do this. comfortable.
i dont really know what this word means. i used to sing a song in 7th or 8th grade about it though. it was like wadee in the waterrrr. blah blah blah. i always thought about ducks when i sang it in chorus. but i had no clue what the song was really about, kinda depressing. i stil dont even know.. i dont even know what the songs called or even any of the other words of it
He waded out toward the deeper end of the pool, careful of the jagged rocks that could cut the soles of his feet and send blood swirling into the water, bring the sharks toward him.
It was one stupid ring flung in the heat of a stupid argument, and he had to find it, wanted to find it, wanted to tell her he was sorry and he had meant to ask her, that the ring really was for her —
Teeth sank into his ankle and pulled.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Wade. He was super cool and awesome and everyone loved him except he didn’t think so, so he tried way to hard to be someone other than Wade till one day he fell off a bridge and realized he was Wade and always would be so he decided to be Wade and not some big shot guy he really wasn’t.
Wade in the water. This song brings me back to last year when I was in a singing workshop. We all sang this song together. Wade in the water. Wade in the water children, wade in the water….
As I wade in the depths of uncertainty I as myself why. Why I am where I am, and how I got here. Where I went wrong. And of the few things in my short life I’ve done right. I ask why me? Why now? Why?
Wading into the watery shores I find solace in the wind. It is but a simple comfort in this life, and sometimes simple comforts are we have. Life is good, when you wade into the ocean. Life is good to feel the breeze in your hair.
The ducks wade into the pond all together, lifting up the skirts of their feathers delicately as they enter. Water lilies almost float by, but they are anchored to the muddy depths with fronded anchors.
She waded into the water. The ripples in the water were bright as the moonlight shone upon them. The ripples slowly became still.
I think of someone trying to wade across a dark lake, or maybe an over-flowing river. They fight to cross the stream, but I truly believe they can make it to the other side.
Wade in the water like a duck. Make your ducklings follow.
Wade in the water like a boat. Carry your passengers to safety.
Wade in the water like you do. You look so beautiful in the summer sun.
Wade in the water. Wade in the water. Wade in the water for me.
The little girls wades into the pond
the seaweed tangles between her toes
closing her eyes she feels
the sand beneath her
the water rushing around her ankles
the crisp air as it rushes through her hair
simplicity…
i got this word last time i was on this website, i wrote about words that rhymed with it. it made absolutely no sense, i thought i would get a word that i could get in depth with, but we dont get everything we want do wE?
into the surf, without shoes. Sand between my toes. Or maybe in a river, with mud sucking at the soles of my feet. Is that a fish? Yikes! Hot day, steamy air. Water feels good, but I don’t like the mud. Wade in and catch tadpoles.
is the last name of my a nephew and niece, they are wonderful kids. I love to wade into the thought of their wondering eyes that like to wander this earth,. Wading pols are kids favorite rights of hot summer passage,wading into the the cold salt water can be an over whelming way of discovering tide pools….
he waded through the coursing waters, through the thick sludge brough about by the relentless beat of the rain, through everything that was holding him back.
as i slowly wade in to the chilling icey water ,i flash my head back and fourth, my brother was no were in sight i began to panic, franticly shoving my head under over and over screaming his name….. what had i done……….
in the water swim tides surf animals rain dogs snow life smile sun sight birds flying high in the blue sky on a cliff side looking over the ocean blue and clear for the world to see and its beautiful yes this is nice with the dolphins and the pelicans and the trees moss and country mountains are also important runing in the rain is pretty nicetoo tv shows not really yes wading like waiting for someone
I waded through the bodies in the water. Sinking ever deeper into the murk. How I got here. How they got here. We are one in the same. My fate is theirs. I sink. I don’t breathe. I die. Farewell.
I had this pair of waders when i was a kid… they were rubber, and my dad’s old fishing waders. On my class trip to wallops island virginia i took them with me and i was the only kid who could walk into the marshes and not ruin my shoes. I have lots of pics of me in these dark holes in the wetlans.
i like to wade in the water when it is hot outside. i wade in lakes and streams when i cannot find a pool. i cannot wait to be home where it is summer so i can wade in the pool while i tan. wading in the pool is very relaxing. i am not sure what else to write so tadaaaa!
wade in the water…waaade in the water chiiildren waaaade in the water, God’s gonna trouble the waaater. Who’s that yonder dressed in white? wadin in the water?
Wading into deeper waters
Unsure where this is going
Out of her depth
She flounders
Flailing
And it’s his name that she screams
Not help
But his name
Reaching, senselessly, for someone who isn’t there
There’s no prince come to save you little girl
Just cold waters
And night
Wade in the water, and you may get a whole new understanding of wet.
Wade into an argument and you may get a whole new understanding of where you shouldn’t have gone.
not screaming from the inside. that why it’s unusual and new. simply wading through has never suited you.
Wade was a big fella, bigger than most anyway. Once he actually pulled up a chair to an all you can eat buffet and then beat senseless three waiters who tried to forcibly remove him. A good guy to have on your side.
I waded in the open wanter for about thirty seconds before I heard a loud wind sounding like a rushing water. I fell into the open waves like a friend lost in a sea of forgetfulness. I hope one day I can fly into the clouds without any hint of gravity.
Slowly, she wades into the lake. Her hair falls off her shoulder and hesitates before touching the water. Suddenly, she plunges in. No more wading. No more waiting.
there is a shoe brand called wade that i really like, except for the fact that, although i think that their designs are cool, i’ve decided that i can’t have a pair of ’em coz they’re too funky and doesn’t fit my age and lifestyle anymore.
Penning down few words is a very easy job but the difficult think is to make people love those words
no. not writing about wade. yuck word. wade? really? wade. ick.
I am wading through a sea of paperwork. So many scholarship applications, housing information packets, dining options, class schedules, professors, advisors…. I am up to my hips in information. Time to roll up the blue jeans and grab a pair of swimmies…