Southern trees bear a strange fruit .Blood on the leaves and blood at the root .Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze .Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees .Pastoral scene of the gallant South .When you raise your standards, only the boys will disappear. Rollin' into the weekend like...
Strange Fruit Song by Billie Holiday.Pastoral scene of the gallant South .
For the rain to gatherFor the wind to suck.For the sun to rot. For the tree to drop.Snakes in grass, spiders and worms, leaders of shit, dung and fecal matters, peas in pods, frogs in groups, family matters... Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints. Steve Harvey Tweeted:Strange Fruit Song by Billie Holiday.Pastoral scene of the gallant South .
Dream life to share with the women of color, dates for the walks on the wild side, gifts to share with the freaks with oral talents to sell, or party and play for the trades, tricks, and exchanges done for the good time.Desert Rats: Indio Fuck Fests. Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints.
Strange Fruit Song by Billie Holiday.Pastoral scene of the gallant South .When you raise your standards, only the boys will disappear. Rollin' into the weekend like...
Snakes in grass, spiders and worms, leaders of shit, dung and fecal matters, peas in pods, frogs in groups, family matters... Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints.When you raise your standards, only the boys will disappear. Rollin' into the weekend like...
Snakes in grass, spiders and worms, leaders of shit, dung and fecal matters, peas in pods, frogs in groups, family matters... Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints.
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth .Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh .Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh .Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck . Steve Harvey Tweeted:Strange Fruit Song by Billie Holiday.Pastoral scene of the gallant South .
Madison ranked #3 place to live!I so wish there was such a thing! I am the crazy Aunt who is always sucking helium at the birthday parties.
Sailors, farmers and dragons sleeping, battles to fight, earth angels to save. Songs to sign for the stars in the sky, the northern lights brighter than stars. rn is a star in the world they are in. So what you are not able to please everyone, that is not your job, so what if you are not perfect, and so what people change with the coming of a new day.
Help the lost, help the displace, be honest and true to the right things to do, talk about love with pieces of a dream. Remember the past to continue with new lessons learned alone the way, ghosts to share the stories in your head, stars that shoot at night, with messages to hear on the sound of the wind blowing in the trees. Dead people talking in the still of the night, while you sleep are the visits with the dead.
Lot Of 'waves On… - Starleane Bright.Not sure how to take your reply, to have sex with you, will not happen out of the gate, there is more to share, beside dates between the sheets. I like Carlsbad, and want to find the free roaming peacocks, one of the attractions there.
ON THE INTERNET YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT. IT'S STRANGE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE CHOOSE TO BE STUPID.'. Great explanation ... this is serious!
Seasons Of Delight, Wishes And Stars.Back in time when dirt was cheap, and Jesus Christ was a boy, stars to shine, sons of dogs, bitches and hoes, faces in the layers of brown, dirt, shit of fecal matters.Heads up, hands out, to help you back up again.
NO MATTER How Badly Life Treated You Last Year... Just Walk Tall With Your Head Held High THIS is a Brand New Year Baby! HAPPY NEW YEAR'. FART FACE BUTT CRACK, MY MOTHER AND FATHER:Sheri Beth Jarrot, and the gay blade, Steven Jay Jarrot. Marji J makes a conversation awhile lot better lol .
'I CAN BE MEAN AS FUCK. SWEET AS CANDY. COLD AS ICE. EVIL AS HELL. OR LOYAL LIKE A SOLDIER. IT ALL DEPENDS ON YOU. EMPIRE GROWTH'.ON THE INTERNET YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT. IT'S STRANGE THAT SO MANY PEOPLE CHOOSE TO BE STUPID.'
For the rain to gather For the wind to suck .For the sun to rot .For the tree to drop .Here is a strange and bitter crop.LET ME REPHRASE THAT. I'M FIXING TO TELL FACEBOOK TO KISS MY ASS....Dreams in motions, to write a book or two, to create a new world for veterans in transition, and the help and the drive to make it there. Beaches and Horses.... Dick Jarrot Rachel Jarrot (rachellyn1010) on Twitter....
American birds, sit and spin. Happy Notes, Monkeys To Frogs, Good Times, angels and fish in seas, sings songs on the beaches. Toasts and good wishes, joy to the world.Strangers to friends, dates on the beach, birds and bees out for the sunny dazes, watching the races done to death. Life on the sidelines noted for the freaks out for the tricks, dicks, and cum for the tasteful delights, of the frogs on the beach.
Dream life to share with the women of color, dates for the walks on the wild side, gifts to share with the freaks with oral talents to sell, or party and play for the trades, tricks, and exchanges done for the good time.Desert Rats: Indio Fuck Fests. Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints.
Snakes in grass, spiders and worms, leaders of shit, dung and fecal matters, peas in pods, frogs in groups, family matters... Rats to races, rabbits and hares, seasons in the dogwood trees,dances in the woods, dances for the rites of sinners and saints.
