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She was so pleased to learn that she was right
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
She was the seed of a strange tomorrow
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
She was so tall, and I was so in love
She is and was
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
She didn't know what outside was anymore.
I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
Man who invented half sour pickles (user)
He dreamt he was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty bed
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
She was coming out as he was going in.
She had become a mutton for punishment and he was a wolf
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
She didn't write like Emily Dickinson, but she did live in a house overlooking a cemetery, and I guess he thought that was important.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
He stretched out his arms but she was not there
She was cilantro, jalapeño, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
I was tired. It was late. She was Russian.
Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
She was a Surrealist Woman, She was like a Figure in a Dream
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
And when she came back she was nobody's wife
someday, when she will think back upon the time when she was as yet undishonored
She was too beautiful to be human
He was an ant on an ill-defined mission. She was the trapdoor spider of love.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
Jessica, too tall but still lovely, was not sure she would or should drop the whale
she was once a stealthy ghostship in the fog, now she shines wherever she walks
Fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys
When that cow would walk it was like she was dancing
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
Besides the part where she was the only one
When she was bad
The Abridged Edition: She was to one side, he was to the other, an untested bridge between them
She moved so easily all I could think of was sunlight
She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
She was never mine. I always shared her.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She was locked in time
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She always was devious in her beauty
The flowers smiled, but she was gone
The House on the Island Where She Was Born
I said I was sorry. Then she looked at me.
Existentialism is that girlfriend who cheated on you. Postmodernism is who she was with.
She probably thought your first language was English; your real first language was Joyce
She was an intellectual prostitute, seducing me with profound truisms
When she was new, she rolled around the sky like a black umbrella blown by the wind
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
Outside the train station she was the only person wearing an Orange raincoat and a look of surprise
The girl didn't know if she was loved until he said yes.
She was like a candle in the wind: unreliable
she was just the dry smell of gasoline
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
She was free
She was the cutest necromancer I ever did see
she was waylaid by an octopus
She was feminine in the most displaced sense I had ever seen, a known quality refracted through stained glass windows.
Because, perhaps she was cold
She was watching me and I didn’t know it.
piano outside in the snow. and she was spinning
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She was steady
For a lawyer she was surprisingly like a child. Sometimes.
She Was 18, It Was Summer
To a girl who thought she was moving away
She was very beautiful. Y'know?
What the hell was she thinking?
She knew what she was doing
She dreamt she was a bulldozer, she dreamt she was alone in an empty field
She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
She was thinking of a boy in California who had a couch and a job
In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
lollipop kid
(Lolli)pop Culture
lollipop (user)
Condoms + Lollipops
fragmentation lollipops
Skankin Pickle
Pickle
Tsukemono
Nukazuke
Twenty-three good things about pickles and dirt
Ginger and Pickles
in a pickle
pickle slicer
Frying pickles with a do-it-yourself transformer kit and AC power..
Frying pickles with a do-it-yourself transformer kit and AC power: Part 2
Half-sour pickle
Mt. Olive Pickle Company, Inc.
Bread and butter pickles
Watermelon Pickles
Lime Sweet Pickles
fried pickles
cheese and pickle
I Kissed "Weird Al" Yankovic and All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt
Rancid Pickle and other horrible veggies
pickles (user)
Mr. Pickles (user)
Electric pickle
pickle fork
Lay's dill pickle potato chips
Christmas Pickle
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Gizzy Pickle
Hairy Pickle (user)
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
Eric Pickles
pickles the penguin (user)
Spectral Pickle Factory
Soy pickle banana mushroom pie
Sweet as a Pickle, Clean as a Pig
She stopped and took a second look
She pulled the "I love you" on me
What She Said
She sells sea shells
She approached me with some vague line
She Who Is
she left a little Java-shaped hole in my heart
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Murder She Wrote
She smiles in colors
She is why God is God.
She Moved Through The Fair
By the way, she has a penis; just so you know.
English As She Is Spoke
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Useful Words, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Phrases
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part I
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part II
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Dialogues, Part III
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Letters
English As She Is Spoke: Familiar Anecdotes
She Hangs Brightly
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
English As She Is Spoke: Idiotisms and Proverbs
She breaks hearts almost as often as she breaks the speed of sound
She arose and said matter-of-factly
she turns and smiles, then walks away
She misses me
So then she said
(s)he
She has the biggest cock of any girl I know
I knew she wasn't faking
So happy she drools
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
She Came In Through The Bathroom Window
God is a she
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
She said yes
She Smells of Lilacs
All That She Wants
She just looks at me
He says she says
That one makes me scream, she said
She flies with her own wings
She told me to say that
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
She still has my Borges book
He and She
He and she are one
she is not a servant to scattered branches
She sang of fantastic green islands, and sparkling fish, never telling that she haunted the waters
She Sells Sanctuary
She makes my teeth naked
A tentative laugh, she expected to be interrupted
She Sleeps
She is Overheard Singing
If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame
She leaves a busy emptiness in the room
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She Fucks Me
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
She is not beautiful
She Wanted to Leave

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