Verity Bromley
Slytherin 
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Jul 31, 2010 0:40:38 GMT -5
Bugs Bunneh
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Annabelle Hennessy
Ravenclaw`
Prefect 7th Year
Hate me if you want to, Love me if you can.
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Post by Annabelle Hennessy on Jul 31, 2010 0:56:03 GMT -5
(ok for some reason your post shows before mine on here.....how odd)
carrots
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Jul 31, 2010 1:00:23 GMT -5
yeah same here...i definitely posted it after you though...
we go together like peas and carrots
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Annabelle Hennessy
Ravenclaw`
Prefect 7th Year
Hate me if you want to, Love me if you can.
Posts: 2,512
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Post by Annabelle Hennessy on Jul 31, 2010 16:23:06 GMT -5
Forrest Gump
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Jul 31, 2010 20:56:07 GMT -5
stupid is as stupid does
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2010 1:05:51 GMT -5
people
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Aug 1, 2010 8:19:01 GMT -5
streetlights
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Annabelle Hennessy
Ravenclaw`
Prefect 7th Year
Hate me if you want to, Love me if you can.
Posts: 2,512
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Post by Annabelle Hennessy on Aug 1, 2010 11:48:23 GMT -5
cats
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Aug 1, 2010 20:36:37 GMT -5
Daylight
See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .
Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan
Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again
Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning
Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning
Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look
A new day has begun
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 1, 2010 23:47:36 GMT -5
full of hot air
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Aug 2, 2010 7:17:06 GMT -5
full of baloney
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 2, 2010 12:52:33 GMT -5
you
(a vague, general you, not necessarily you you)
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Aug 2, 2010 14:00:06 GMT -5
HEY HEY YOU YOU
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 2, 2010 14:20:18 GMT -5
I don't like your girlfriend
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
Posts: 1,099
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Post by Verity Bromley on Aug 2, 2010 14:22:19 GMT -5
NO WAY NO WAY
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