Findings:
- I wore the sun in my hat like a feather
- So her hat does not blow away
- Herr Kartoffelkopf hat das Tal seltsam gerettet
- I still find her feathers
- tail feathers
- Red Hat Naming Scheme
- Den Holocaust hat es nie gegeben
- Goat Hat (user)
- Bowler hat
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Property of Her Majesty The Queen
- using a circle to dot her "i"s
- The movie in her mind
- her breasts are her trademark
- I think I fell in love with her right then and right there
- By Appointment to Her Majesty The Queen
- Even the moon likes to change her colors
- How He Didn't Understand Her Whichever
- September is hers
- Shelley Breedlove and her rare identical quadruplets
- Her picture in my wallet, fading, fraying, the face that launched a thousand emotions
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Inches away from her face
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- the Egyptian cotton sheets and silk of her
- The Three Feathers
- The Cat In The Hat
- hat with horns
- hat (user)
- See You Jimmy hat
- Girl with a Red Hat
- Hats of Afghanistan
- I never saw her again
- her arms around me
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Dig up her bones
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- i clung to her cloak. (or flew)
- Telling Anna you love her the first time
- Her name is Rebecca
- Her Violet Eyes
- spade-struck embers spark and flare the smoke what snarls up in her hair
- How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
- Her name is Claire
- Her strong enchantments failing
- Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
- what she's building now, it isn't much, but it's hers
- Her disconjugate smile
- rusty feathers, wings of murky steel eaten clean by age
- party hat
- Hats Off To (Roy) Harper
- Passing the Hat
- hats (user)
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- watching her dance
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Reply (Crumpled on Her Desk)
- Ozma and Her Friends
- A Woman of Her Tribe
- Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
- The Tale of Sweet Cab-ij and all that Happened to Her
- Her protestations notwithstanding
- I will kiss her blemish
- she had already found her party
- the sonnet what I wrote her
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
- Herr Riedel (user)
- Water feather
- The Robe of Feathers
- Love is a thing with feathers
- pizza hat
- The Hat Trick
- Gnome Hat (user)
- Moth's hat
- putting on her makeup
- Her name was Natalie
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- after her, I took my coffee black
- You want to reassure her, but you don't know where to start
- Sheila and her Dog
- Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- The naked woman raises herself on her elbow and continues her monologue in the direction of the bath
- I can't find her in this house of dust and bones
- A Leela of Her Own
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- While I watched the leaves get caught in her hair.
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- You feather touch, you open skies
- The 500 Hats of Bartholomew Cubbins
- pointy hat
- thoughts on the eve of a Red Hat installation
- throwing cards into a hat
- Red Hat Directory Server
- a total loss of control over her life
- A woman and her Cock
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- The world is her sketchbook
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair I
- Death Becomes Her
- her dopeness (user)
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
- Taking advantage of her good nature
- her (user)
- The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
- If there is a God, I hate her
- and I haven't seen her since.
- Feathers McGraw
- Feather star
- All hat and no cattle
- Men in Hats
- farmer's hat
- The Biggy Hat Show
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- What do I call her?
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- Herr Geist (user)
- Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
- I kissed her in the hair
- I dream that I walk with her
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- Talk to Her
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- The Girl with the Tears in Her Eyes
- Wanting only to be the honeysuckle to her butterfly
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- Herr Doktor (user)
- Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
- Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken
- Red Hat Software
- Top hat
- Jack "The Hat" McVitie
- A Hat Full of Sky
- Take my hat, my shoes
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- I daydream of her
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
- forget her (user)
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
- Dusk and Her Embrace
- the way she wears her weary
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- putting down her palette and brushes
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
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