PoeT
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Post by PoeT on Sept 12, 2010 14:48:33 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the
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Post by Becca on Sept 12, 2010 15:32:33 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the
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PoeT
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Post by PoeT on Sept 12, 2010 16:07:57 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her
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Post by Becca on Sept 12, 2010 18:46:55 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then,
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Rachel
Jumping Juniper
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Post by Rachel on Sept 13, 2010 14:50:19 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt
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Post by Becca on Sept 13, 2010 18:20:07 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came
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PoeT
Hot-To-Trot
Posts: 669
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Post by PoeT on Sept 14, 2010 6:22:23 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere
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Post by CåñåÐå™ on Sept 14, 2010 22:41:17 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her
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Rachel
Jumping Juniper
fixing posting templates @ Delusional
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Post by Rachel on Sept 15, 2010 2:42:42 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her
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Post by Becca on Sept 15, 2010 9:06:36 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell
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Rachel
Jumping Juniper
fixing posting templates @ Delusional
Posts: 160
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Post by Rachel on Sept 27, 2010 14:17:33 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile
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Post by Becca on Sept 27, 2010 22:22:39 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red
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Rachel
Jumping Juniper
fixing posting templates @ Delusional
Posts: 160
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Post by Rachel on Oct 5, 2010 4:45:02 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained
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Post by Becca on Oct 6, 2010 10:13:55 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As
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Post by < Craig > on Oct 13, 2010 14:19:52 GMT -7
The story begins in the old barn down the Road from me, Where there are a platitude of silly old goats. Where one had fallen out of the big old truck that was dropping off some strange red carrots. The owner of a black car sped past the tree on the way to her meeting. Just then, a single bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and hit her smack on her nose. She fell over a pile of ripe, red tomatoes, which stained her backside. As she finally regained
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