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Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on April 10, 2008. It’s been a while. The last time I saw you was when you and I saw. At the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées. She is a true Oliver Twist. I remember that you weren’t too. Yet neither was I. But enough of that, how have things been with you since then? With me, I mean since my Dad got me a. For my sixteenth birthday. I mean it is nothing compared to the. That I was driving not too long ago. I have been meaning to tell you, I saw. And I to go see.
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forgotten | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on April 7, 2008. I have been forgotten…. My empty presence lingers. Through the halls with hanging memories. Glossy side facing up; lost. Our encounters are almost too vague to recount. Creating a gypsy feel right down to the touch. Lost hopes followed by missed opportunities. If today is not a day for you than nor is tomorrow. Giving in too fast I am left with shattered hopes. I should have known that i am forgotten. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Mothers and Fathers | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on April 1, 2008. I know a girl who would rather horse whisper than text message. I know a girl who would rather nuzzle a horse than kiss a boy. I know a girl who would rather sit in her saddle rather than on a king’s thrown. I know a girl who would rather get dirty than get her nails done. I know a girl who wouldn’t mind sleeping on a barrel of hay than on a down comforter. I know a girl that would rather tie up her boots rather than a bow in her hair. I kno...
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Country | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on April 10, 2008. Hands of a leather man belonging to a women. Running through coarse hair. People say “this is a man’s job”. But i prove them wrong. Lifestyle consisting of belt buckels that could knock you out. And white Stetson’s filling the room. Living life on the edge. Its in me all the way down to the truck that i drive. On the red dirt road. You can take the girl out of the country. But you can’t take the country out of the girl.
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April | 2008 | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on April 10, 2008. Hands of a leather man belonging to a women. Running through coarse hair. People say “this is a man’s job”. But i prove them wrong. Lifestyle consisting of belt buckels that could knock you out. And white Stetson’s filling the room. Living life on the edge. Its in me all the way down to the truck that i drive. On the red dirt road. You can take the girl out of the country. But you can’t take the country out of the girl. I only want you.
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Little Miss Yost | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on February 24, 2009. Born in the comfort of her own home, rather than in a crowded hospital, she has become known as a homebody, closely resembling a turtle, like the one in her living room; George. She is often found slumbering in her capacious, contemporary, urban West Linn home. Afraid of throwing anything away, her room depicts the pages of an I-SPY. Her body stands tall, slender, yet slightly hunched, almost resembling a bent Virginia Slim.
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February | 2009 | Gilligan's Island
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. By kelsorelse on February 24, 2009. Born in the comfort of her own home, rather than in a crowded hospital, she has become known as a homebody, closely resembling a turtle, like the one in her living room; George. She is often found slumbering in her capacious, contemporary, urban West Linn home. Afraid of throwing anything away, her room depicts the pages of an I-SPY. Her body stands tall, slender, yet slightly hunched, almost resembling a bent Virginia Slim.
