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167048
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Apr 25, 2024 4:45:11 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,117
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Feb 18, 2019 5:08:46 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a...
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149117
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Apr 25, 2024 7:38:04 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,536
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Feb 18, 2019 5:21:30 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake...
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guest@proboards.com
236123
0
Apr 25, 2024 20:52:40 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Feb 18, 2019 8:51:22 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled
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149117
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Apr 25, 2024 7:38:04 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,536
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Feb 18, 2019 9:15:25 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with...
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220390
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Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,569
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Feb 19, 2019 23:53:55 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue...
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Former Member
inherit
guest@proboards.com
236123
0
Apr 25, 2024 20:52:40 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Feb 22, 2019 8:32:19 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's
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149117
0
Apr 25, 2024 7:38:04 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,536
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Feb 22, 2019 9:04:28 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding...
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inherit
220390
0
Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,569
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Feb 26, 2019 1:57:58 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on...
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Former Member
inherit
guest@proboards.com
236123
0
Apr 25, 2024 20:52:40 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Feb 27, 2019 13:25:53 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked
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149117
0
Apr 25, 2024 7:38:04 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,536
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Feb 28, 2019 9:05:41 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish...
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inherit
167048
0
Apr 25, 2024 4:45:11 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,117
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Feb 28, 2019 23:17:00 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced...
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Former Member
inherit
guest@proboards.com
236123
0
Apr 25, 2024 20:52:40 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Mar 1, 2019 7:54:51 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something.
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167048
0
Apr 25, 2024 4:45:11 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,117
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Mar 1, 2019 18:58:09 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
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inherit
220390
0
Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,569
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Mar 1, 2019 22:59:29 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then...
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inherit
149117
0
Apr 25, 2024 7:38:04 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,536
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Mar 2, 2019 14:48:17 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smoldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the...
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