pop poop hard i dont know megan right wrong dead alive for and is he here the go got get give bo blow pet peter pin pen jim bob fred grim reapper
nathan
a port where fish are caught where birds eat where boats come in. Crab and other delicious things come from the harbor trade takes place at the harbor. Things go in and out a harbor can be pretty or a death trap. Dark nights high sunrises where the sun and ocean kiss at the horizon.
Damester
I harbor animosity for one person in particular. They are not interested in doing anything good, or right, or moral. Not interested in doing what is in the best interest of the children. Only want to harm me, so I harbor …….. many feelings of ill will.
tango
fucking men. is see why your 10 year relationship with your gf didn’t work out. all you need to do is listen, you dickhead.
feminismisbackyo
The safety of the docks was falling far behind them. He could still see people on the dock, watching them go, but it was too far to tell who they were. The boat sailed out, ever further from the harbour, into the icy blue of the ocean and towards the dark grey clouds gathering over the horizon, far in the distance.
Scott
Find a safe harbor from the stormy seas of technoilogical hype and progress and slip into the happy notion that all will become one with the singularity.
T
T
the harbour harbored her hard, bored offspring in the whispering arbor hidden ‘neath the sand by the jetty.
joni
The fog rolls in. I see the fluttering sail of a ship–or is it a ghost? The water slaps the hull. Is that a mermaid’s tail? Moonlight casts it all in eerie light effects. Is this safe? A safe harbor? or a haunted house full of ghostly ships?
Amy
a harbor is often the main focus of society. We form our communities around these enclves of the sea and so all culture rolls in nd out of the harbour walls.
The old towns nd cities of the UK have been developed fromm harbours and so have a divers
simon
Fish, fishermen, fishermen’s friends.
Gloria Memnon
A safe harbor is what I am looking for and have found in my Savior. He protects me from the most violent of storms and shelters me like a boat is protected from the rough seas of the open ocean. He harbors my heart.
Lisa
Sailing. Safe harbor and safe passage. Granting others leniency and safe shelter. One should make a larger attempt to grant others safe harbor in emotional storms.
Michael Cortes
I have met special people in the past year, and learned many things about myself, about the world. There are still so many wonderful souls wandering, and a world still left to find. Love remains, in children, but also in hopes. And perhaps once, there will be some safe place, visible in the distance, so I can take my sails down, coast in, throw an anchor. It is no island I seek, but a protected harbor on the edge of life, a warm harbor full of lights and sounds and spices and splendor. A good place.
But for now, I
Julie
like a fishing harbor or a place for mafia hit men to dump bodies. a place where boats park or maybe it refers to doing something such as harboring a grudge
Mychael Johnson
Her mind was a harbour for all of her unused thoughts, and most of which passed through her mind stayed there until they sunk, dejected into the lonely depths of the past.
Danielle
Zack owned the men’s sailor outfit store on 5th street near the docks.He called it,’The Harbor-Dasery’.
a false terl
There was a harbor in one of the books I read. It was so romantic. He took her out on the boat and they watched the seagulls and the water. I want romance like in the books. I don’t think it’s completely rediculous. I think It is perfectly okay to know what you want. I jut don’t know how realistic that is. Men don’t normall do all that crap. They saw they can be all romantic then they dont really care after a little while as long as they can screw you.
Grace
Harbor — any port in a storm. A place of serenity in an insane and turbulent world. I could use a harbor. Nowhere I go seems to be any kind of port for me. Home, work, it’s all the same. Chaos, despair, depression.
Barb Carlson
the harbor was busy today. poeple were bustling about getting ready to take ships out fishing, and urchins were running around stealing food and stuff and generally causing mayhem…a dog lay in a corner under a tarpaulin, claiming the only bit of shade for miles.
crystal
I harbor all these thoughts…I fear I don’t have time to express them
YoMama
Harbour is the spelling where I have landed, so I am confused… I have learned the right way, haven’t I? Or I just learnt the other?
Delphine
I continually harbor doubts as to why I am here, why I put myself through such pain. Then I realize it is because I love too much.
Brianna
I harbor a deep regret for many things that I’ve done in my life. These things can never be reversed, but I’ve recently realised that if I work hard then I WILL be forgiven.
I think I might be on the right track…
Louise Foster-Rhodes
I watch the boats go out…I wish I was going to
frances
the boat runs into the harbor the where the boats are housed married arch fun that is all out off time. parle
bnj
LOL HARBOR.
chris
Harboring any potential in a moment of misplaced desire, the gun fell slowly to rest at her side.
James
theres a boat, and its sits in the harbour.Its been there for years. People say its haunted. No one really knows for sure. its broken mast hangs, and the sail is torn. the paint job, yeah its not that great.
But its still beautiful. or at least once was.
Haneia
the harbor was where we had our first kiss. It was magical.
Natasha
Boats drifting out to sea, where do they go?
The harbor waves goodbye to the endless traffic, stopping only for a moment before they are whisked away, to ride the seas, to stop at a new harbor, to ride the seas. Waves beat up against the wall, feebly pounding hard solid concrete.
Paul
Harbor?
first i think about pearl harbor
Anne
I WILL HARBOR RESENTMENT UNTIL I CAN’T
ANGORA
The harbor,
Where crabs skitter clank
Across the sea bank.
Clark Munger
There’s this one particular harbor. So far, but yet so near. I love that song. I love harbors. I find them very peaceful and relaxing. Watching the wave roll in and out. The people messing around with their boats while others are fishing off the docs. Lovely places, lets me get closer to god.
phil
Down my street is a harbor where kids would go and throw rocks at the ducks below, one day i went to the harbor and saw my little brother throwing rocks i told him that one day the ducks would throw rocks at him and he laughed so the next day i made a duck costume and hid underneath the harbor in a tiny boat and when i saw him i threw a rock at him and he ran away crying.
Juls
harbor me, safe harbor my boat is in the harbor i want you to be in my harbor sail your ship into me. harbor harang harass hmmm pirates ships gold treasure i’m a treasure you’re a treasure
anna
Once there was an old rustic looking sailor overlooking the harbor through his kitchen window. He had looked through this window every day of his life and the view had very seldom changed. Until this very day he saw something extraordinary.
Solrun
the beach was cold but bracing. seagulls tore past in an effort to feed on the flesh of a dead seal on the beach. humbly, i thought to myself “why does no one come to dispose of it?” but I wouldn’t. so who would, really?
pop poop hard i dont know megan right wrong dead alive for and is he here the go got get give bo blow pet peter pin pen jim bob fred grim reapper
a port where fish are caught where birds eat where boats come in. Crab and other delicious things come from the harbor trade takes place at the harbor. Things go in and out a harbor can be pretty or a death trap. Dark nights high sunrises where the sun and ocean kiss at the horizon.
I harbor animosity for one person in particular. They are not interested in doing anything good, or right, or moral. Not interested in doing what is in the best interest of the children. Only want to harm me, so I harbor …….. many feelings of ill will.
fucking men. is see why your 10 year relationship with your gf didn’t work out. all you need to do is listen, you dickhead.
The safety of the docks was falling far behind them. He could still see people on the dock, watching them go, but it was too far to tell who they were. The boat sailed out, ever further from the harbour, into the icy blue of the ocean and towards the dark grey clouds gathering over the horizon, far in the distance.
Find a safe harbor from the stormy seas of technoilogical hype and progress and slip into the happy notion that all will become one with the singularity.
T
the harbour harbored her hard, bored offspring in the whispering arbor hidden ‘neath the sand by the jetty.
The fog rolls in. I see the fluttering sail of a ship–or is it a ghost? The water slaps the hull. Is that a mermaid’s tail? Moonlight casts it all in eerie light effects. Is this safe? A safe harbor? or a haunted house full of ghostly ships?
a harbor is often the main focus of society. We form our communities around these enclves of the sea and so all culture rolls in nd out of the harbour walls.
The old towns nd cities of the UK have been developed fromm harbours and so have a divers
Fish, fishermen, fishermen’s friends.
A safe harbor is what I am looking for and have found in my Savior. He protects me from the most violent of storms and shelters me like a boat is protected from the rough seas of the open ocean. He harbors my heart.
Sailing. Safe harbor and safe passage. Granting others leniency and safe shelter. One should make a larger attempt to grant others safe harbor in emotional storms.
I have met special people in the past year, and learned many things about myself, about the world. There are still so many wonderful souls wandering, and a world still left to find. Love remains, in children, but also in hopes. And perhaps once, there will be some safe place, visible in the distance, so I can take my sails down, coast in, throw an anchor. It is no island I seek, but a protected harbor on the edge of life, a warm harbor full of lights and sounds and spices and splendor. A good place.
But for now, I
like a fishing harbor or a place for mafia hit men to dump bodies. a place where boats park or maybe it refers to doing something such as harboring a grudge
Her mind was a harbour for all of her unused thoughts, and most of which passed through her mind stayed there until they sunk, dejected into the lonely depths of the past.
Zack owned the men’s sailor outfit store on 5th street near the docks.He called it,’The Harbor-Dasery’.
There was a harbor in one of the books I read. It was so romantic. He took her out on the boat and they watched the seagulls and the water. I want romance like in the books. I don’t think it’s completely rediculous. I think It is perfectly okay to know what you want. I jut don’t know how realistic that is. Men don’t normall do all that crap. They saw they can be all romantic then they dont really care after a little while as long as they can screw you.
Harbor — any port in a storm. A place of serenity in an insane and turbulent world. I could use a harbor. Nowhere I go seems to be any kind of port for me. Home, work, it’s all the same. Chaos, despair, depression.
the harbor was busy today. poeple were bustling about getting ready to take ships out fishing, and urchins were running around stealing food and stuff and generally causing mayhem…a dog lay in a corner under a tarpaulin, claiming the only bit of shade for miles.
I harbor all these thoughts…I fear I don’t have time to express them
Harbour is the spelling where I have landed, so I am confused… I have learned the right way, haven’t I? Or I just learnt the other?
I continually harbor doubts as to why I am here, why I put myself through such pain. Then I realize it is because I love too much.
I harbor a deep regret for many things that I’ve done in my life. These things can never be reversed, but I’ve recently realised that if I work hard then I WILL be forgiven.
I think I might be on the right track…
I watch the boats go out…I wish I was going to
the boat runs into the harbor the where the boats are housed married arch fun that is all out off time. parle
LOL HARBOR.
Harboring any potential in a moment of misplaced desire, the gun fell slowly to rest at her side.
theres a boat, and its sits in the harbour.Its been there for years. People say its haunted. No one really knows for sure. its broken mast hangs, and the sail is torn. the paint job, yeah its not that great.
But its still beautiful. or at least once was.
the harbor was where we had our first kiss. It was magical.
Boats drifting out to sea, where do they go?
The harbor waves goodbye to the endless traffic, stopping only for a moment before they are whisked away, to ride the seas, to stop at a new harbor, to ride the seas. Waves beat up against the wall, feebly pounding hard solid concrete.
Harbor?
first i think about pearl harbor
I WILL HARBOR RESENTMENT UNTIL I CAN’T
The harbor,
Where crabs skitter clank
Across the sea bank.
There’s this one particular harbor. So far, but yet so near. I love that song. I love harbors. I find them very peaceful and relaxing. Watching the wave roll in and out. The people messing around with their boats while others are fishing off the docs. Lovely places, lets me get closer to god.
Down my street is a harbor where kids would go and throw rocks at the ducks below, one day i went to the harbor and saw my little brother throwing rocks i told him that one day the ducks would throw rocks at him and he laughed so the next day i made a duck costume and hid underneath the harbor in a tiny boat and when i saw him i threw a rock at him and he ran away crying.
harbor me, safe harbor my boat is in the harbor i want you to be in my harbor sail your ship into me. harbor harang harass hmmm pirates ships gold treasure i’m a treasure you’re a treasure
Once there was an old rustic looking sailor overlooking the harbor through his kitchen window. He had looked through this window every day of his life and the view had very seldom changed. Until this very day he saw something extraordinary.
the beach was cold but bracing. seagulls tore past in an effort to feed on the flesh of a dead seal on the beach. humbly, i thought to myself “why does no one come to dispose of it?” but I wouldn’t. so who would, really?