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Full of wrath was HiawathaWhen he came into the village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice and the mischief,Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis.Hard his breath
Hunting or fishing – which is better? That is what I am thinking about! In business many hunt for customers; Some men prefer casting net to catch fish! Even for poets the position is the sameIn
Honey tell me if you're the one for meUnderstanding, sweet, sexy and rich tooSo darn perfect that a girl like me just can't resistHot, hot, hotA stud with 10 or more inchesNight after night after
A so called sport of the upper class that inspired the bards to rhymeFox hunting is banned in Britain everything has it's timeFor nothing last forever it had passed it's use by dateAnd in chasing d
I walk with a guide(that’s what they calla tracker now days) and leave on soft red brown sandnumber nine boot tracks(somewhere betweenPotgietersrus and Ellisras) and there are two other hun
I am hunting inside my soulFor the hidden treasuresThat had been keptThere for a long timeAnd now I figuredOut that some of the treasuresMust goBecause I don't use themAs much as I would love
Time was when spring returned we wentTo find another home to rent;We wanted fresher, cleaner walls,And bigger rooms and wider halls,And open plumbing and the domeThat made the fashionable home.
Some houses seem to welcome you.You feel at ease immediately.It is if the walls recall What happened here and store it all.The triumphs and the tragediesFirm memories of past eventsHave been re
There ought to be a Worldwide ban on whale hunting since all species of whales are becoming rareAnd of the justification of killing them in the name of so called science the enlightened and awareOn
Put the saddle on the mare, For the wet winds blow; There's winter in the air, And autumn all below. For the red leaves are flying And the red bracken dying, And the red fox lying Where the ozi
One weekend a hunting partycomes together on Serfaas Lourens’s farmand they consist out of family, friendsand town folk: two teachers, the school principal, a lawyer, a visiting advocate and ma
How can I give you more of this ever failing verse? I pick a line for you, it withers before it reaches your lips.If I do not pick something beautiful enough, You grow inattentive, And give your h