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viewmaster_pi 04/09/23 2:18:48 AM #1: |
https://youtu.be/jdRCNM2k42o --- The stone that fell is still falling, so let that stone be a wondrous thing ... Copied to Clipboard!
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Snakethief 04/09/23 2:19:30 AM #2: |
Goats sometime do ... Copied to Clipboard!
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gildedwings 04/09/23 2:22:48 AM #3: |
Giggity --- Hope is the last thing to die. ... Copied to Clipboard!
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Nukazie 04/09/23 2:28:53 AM #4: |
our ancestors --- We suffer from the delusion that the entire universe is held in order by the categories of human thought. ... Copied to Clipboard!
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BurmesePenguin 04/09/23 2:31:42 AM #5: |
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by. Up came Tom with his big boots on. Said he to Troll: 'Pray, what is yon? For it looks like the shin o' my nuncle Tim. As should be a-lyin' in the graveyard. Caveyard! Paveyard! This many a year has Tim been gone, And I thought he were lyin' in the graveyard.' 'My lad,' said Troll, 'this bone I stole. But what be bones that lie in a hole? Thy nuncle was dead as a lump o' lead, Afore I found his shinbone. Tinbone! Skinbone! He can spare a share for a poor old troll, For he don't need his shinbone.' ... Copied to Clipboard!
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