• If they come for us
• Death swept down the road and demonstrated the dangers of departmental infighting while the rest of us made our escape
• Come with us
• o come let us adore him
• O Come, Little Children
• A father to his children
• His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
• Our warning signs will protect us
• The only thing stopping us is the pressure. If your machine can withstand it, we are already on our way.
• His mouth tastes like blood and sugar.
• In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
• come buy, come buy; our grapes fresh from the vine
• Forgive us our trespasses... (e2poll)
• suffer the little children to come unto me
• The rumbles in our sleep we do not hear that do not kill us
• Songs to Aging Children Come
• We enjoy a quiet but satisfying yuletide until people from the social services come to release us
• socketes matures during 4 14 years. - reflections upon an obscure Dadaist genius in our midst; or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the troll.
• Come, Holy Ghost, Our Souls Inspire
• Let's just turn our children into burbling idiots
• Our Exagmination Round His Factification for Incamination of Work in Progress
• let us not lift our voices and speak like we are little girls
• and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• Or do we like time's children come also at last to the silent shadowlands?
• our moonlight is silverfish swimming for sun-bred children. they dive off the porch, shirtless, bronze throats smiling with newborn gills.
• with cat-like tread upon our prey we steal
• their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
• Our children will laugh at the names of our over-the-counter medicines
• If you don't want us to look at your breasts, don't shove them in our faces
• God loves his children. Who's your daddy?
• Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths
• O Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing
• Upon the death of Levon Helm and while considering his friends
• Our little girl Susan is a most admirable slut, and pleases us mightily
• We don't inherit the World, we borrow it from our children
• Time has imprisoned us in the order of our years
• We are the People Our Parents Warned Us About
• Did you touch any of his blood?
• Legislation to save us from our own stupidity
• Let us be our own pornographers
• they might come up here and shoot us all
• I don't suppose we can wait for some alien race to come down and threaten us
• So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
• Saturn Devouring His Children
• Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
• Those of us who are thieves starve without a joker in our deck.
• Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home.
• Upon the Translation of the Psalms by Sir Philip Sidney, and the Countess of Pembroke, his Sister
• back when our blood was still warm
• Forgive us, our instructors are foreigners
• God ignores His oldest children and forgets the quietest
• He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts of Light Sometimes Grace the Corner of Our Rooms
• Our music, in place of breadcrumbs, is there to help us find our way back home
• My blood is a sermon that burns upon contact
• The Sparrow and his Four Children
• Charles II, his mistresses and his children
• The blood of fruits shall stain our feet as we stand at the Altar of Jack LaLanne
• Children's science fiction
• Come again
• Where do babies come from?
• Come worship at my temple
• Come Bye
• What in the world has come over me
• Come here, you feet
• Snoopy Come Home
• A Grand Don't Come for Free
• Come on, feel the Illinoise
• Russian guy who comes over and eats all your food
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• Innocent contact with his flesh
• The kinda guy whose SO wants to install a video camera in his head
• Edwin Found Jesus in His Big Baggy Jeans
• Call me back when hair starts growing on his palms
• Galileo: A Democrat Before His Time
• Chewbacca can't pronounce his own name
• At her mirror, his muse
• A man's got to know his limitations
• Regin's tale of his brothers, and of the gold called Andvari's Hoard
• His heart swells with drama a roach mounts his slippered foot
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: XIII
• Deadman begins his journey, through a kitchen floor one Saturday night
• judge a captain not by his shipwrecks, but by whether or not he blames the sea
• The If Footprints Doesnt Knock His Wife Up Pronto The Whole World Will Think He's A Homofag When You Hear This Music Band
• For every rich man who tries to leave this world for a better one with his fancy tomb surrounded by mourners, there are many more who perish alone in the cold, forgotten by all but God.
• Off with his head!
• Our Position Against Suicide
• We have learned our lessons well
• Our Name is Mud
• Grave Are The Hairs On Our Asses
• It is not our noise at all, but we are lucky to be listening
• There is beauty in the wild flowers that grow randomly among our wheat.
• Our friend friction
• Our tales
• whispering our journeys, tongue to tongue
• Our love is real within the bounds of the Constitution
• summer left its light green lipstick on our faces
• Fantasy nurses wrestle for charity and our amusement
• The Differences between Our Hands and Feet
• Little Robin (sat upon a rail)
• A Dissertation upon Roast Pig
• The False Knight Upon The Road
• things upon which I spilled milk tonight
• US Policy on the Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty
• Let Us Compare Mythologies
• Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress
• Let Us Now Praise Famous Men
• The impending nickname shortage
• U.S. Coins 1792-1800
• us (user)
• U.S. Commission on National Security
• US Executions in 2002
• They did not forgive us, she thought. We will surely die.
• U.S. Diplomat Ann Wright's letter of resignation
• From Hell, Hull, and Halifax may the Good Lord deliver us!
• US Highway 11
• Blood Bowl
• Danish Muhammad Cartoons a US DoD plant?
• blood libel
• Axis of chaos: state weakness and what it means for us
• Who is allowed to donate blood?
• US Highway 630
• Vanilla Blood (user)
• none of us are actually breathing, we are just trying to breathe
• The Blood Was Everywhere
• The Blood of Heroes
• Flesh and blood after all: part 2
• blood meal
• cord blood
• There Will Be Blood
• Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!
• I don't want children
• Midnight's Children
• Give Me Your Children
• Children of the Cold War
• It's illegal to bet money on sporting events, so we will gamble with the lives of innocent children
• Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
• National Center for Missing and Exploited Children
• Peter Pan and the Only Children
• Overbearing parents = needy children
• Come in under the shadow of this red rock
• Come on Eileen
• Mixed drinks you come up with when you're drunk
• Salvation doesn't always come from a Bible
• These are the days when birds come back
• Will Ye No Come Back Again
• Here Comes the Flood
• Come Talk To Me
• heppigirl and tWD are getting married! Wanna come?
• painting stars that have not come to be
• Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
• Here Comes My Baby
• Touch the Hem of His Garment
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• His 'N' Hers
• I once helped Jason Priestley's girlfriend find his dick
• Sokath, his eyes uncovered
• his own tongue (user)
• Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band
• Noni and his Golden Serenaders
• Dave O'Higgings and his biggish band
• Letter from Nicola Sacco to his counsel, August 18, 1924
• The Fool Rings His Bells
• She walked by his desk and left a nickel
• He's a feminist. He tells that to all his mistresses.
• The pool balls broke and cracked the middle of his sentences
• In his house at R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming
• If only Che Guevara were a revolutionary in his own country
• The sound of his voice
• the better angels of our nature
• Our Delaware
• Why don't we become completely independent and make our own everything
• Happy endings are not our birthright.
• The boundary drawn by our skin
• The flowers of our love had died under the hot sun of time
• A Riot of Our Own
• Which is not to be found in our obituaries
• Our Lady of Darkness
• our best kisses are always at earthquakes and impacts
• Only trusted fingers trace our bare backs
• Our Worlds at War
• Our destiny is in the stars
• Our calendars have no meaning
• Kingston upon Thames

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