• I wish I could open his eyes
• I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
• In the end, he could quiet his mind only by dying
• On three separate occasions, I gave up my life so others could live
• I could sleep now
• Anyone could know just by watching her silent moves
• It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford.
• She could hit four octaves above high-C, but she never performed in public
• Ers
• How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• His 'N' Hers
• 32 Reasons Andrew Deserves His Door
• and then his words silenced my noisy thought
• Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson
• The Book of King Arthur and His Noble Knights of the Round Table
• Llewelyn and his hound Gelert
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• Bill Monroe and His Blue Grass Boys
• The night I saw a man get his head blown off
• I saved his life. He does not know it.
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VII
• Hamlet and His Problems
• I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
• Captain Subtext and his truth helmet
• I'm so toasty, you could spread jam on me
• We could all be blind
• I could hear her thoughts
• You could be so delicious
• As strangers they could speak, and it lifted the rain
• We Could Be Heroes: tes's Everything2 Heroes Quest
• Could man be drunk for ever
• er det det det er
• de Molay recanted his confession
• How the Camel Got His Hump
• How Pac-Man got his name
• In the Springtime of His Voodoo
• drop a piano on his head
• Reigns Of Tacitus, Probus, Carus And His Sons
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: Loses his burden at the cross
• In His Own Write
• John Romero is going to make you his bitch
• Geronimo's Story of His Life
• His Share of Glory
• Borrowing his enigmatic jacket
• His Majesty at the Swamp
• His retribution is likely to be epic
• The Cobbler and his Family
• Avoiding Rash Judgment
• It could be the last time you see me alive
• If I could slip this skin but for a moment
• we could lie and lie
• Could a baby eat another baby?
• I'd ask, sure, I'd ask. But then, then you could say no.
• I wish I could burn like god
• If I could, I'd title this "Freedom"
• Winds her knot? I 'ardly know 'er!
• The Farmer and His Sons
• The Ass and His Shadow
• Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties
• Saturn Devouring His Children
• How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
• His Dark Materials
• Upon the Translation of the Psalms by Sir Philip Sidney, and the Countess of Pembroke, his Sister
• his name
• The Desert of his Soul
• Character Of Constantine And His Sons II
• Making the Movies XXXVI The Movie Soldier and His Work
• Hebrews: The Superiority of Christ and His Works
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IV
• He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
• A father to his children
• Pity the Downvoter, his karmic deficit is unsustainable
• Judgment House
• Because I could not Stop for Death
• i think i could love you
• My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
• The mountain could be home
• Three Golden-Tongued Knights, Whom No One Could Refuse Whatsoever They Might Ask
• Laugh now, because tomorrow I will be ten stories tall and I could just step on you if I want
• A Boy and His Dog
• My Uncle, on His 80th Birthday
• When the foeman bares his steel
• The Little Boy and his Dogs
• Tolstoy's use of his characters to bring forth his themes
• The Birth of Merlin, or, The Childe Hath Found His Father
• A Conversation Between Danton, Robespierre, Napoléon, Chabert, and his wife
• In His Steps
• Oblivious to the changes in his posture
• England expects that every man will do his duty
• His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VI
• that infinite loneliness of his lotus flowers and ducks
• Justinian and his Attendants
• John McCain is like Popeye the Sailor-Man, which makes Olive Oyl his battered wife
• Last night I could not sleep because of the noise in my head
• I could keep my sexuality private
• Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyone renounced violence forever?
• "It could use a space ship," said the angel
• If we could build things out of concepts, I'd have pants made of lust
• I'd like it here if I could leave and see you from a long way away
• I never thought a picture could cause so much pain
• er (user)
• The Father and His Sons
• His Name Is Alive
• How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
• His mournful lamenting, like smoke on the mountains
• Eli Whitney and his Patent
• Tolkien Spinning in His Grave
• Reigns Of Tacitus, Probus, Carus And His Sons II
• He will have the taste of warm ripe fruit in his mouth
• Passages in the Bible where God changes his mind
• Of course I refused, afraid of what his hands might feel like
• His mind went blank against the flesh next to him
• William Shatner Lent Me His Hairpiece
• How Man creates his Gods
• To His Forsaken Mistress
• and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground
• value judgment
• could
• why i could never live in the city
• I wish I had the magic words that could take pain away
• Do the simplest thing that could possibly work
• The kinds of friends that books could never be
• Oh, that it were so simple. That I could just utter those words.
• I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
• an invitation to be everything you never thought you could be
• err (user)
• His girlfriend
• Johnny Got His Gun
• The kinda guy whose SO wants to install a video camera in his head
• I went to visit his grave
• How the King Changed His Mind
• To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
• Left to His Own Devices
• The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents
• Character Of Constantine And His Sons III
• Harry Harlow and his monkeys
• Ani and his wife Tutu play senet in the Other World
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: With Synge in Connemara
• History of His Own Time
• The mad scientist ties you to the examination table and makes love to you with his chilly instruments.
• Prospero breaks his staff
• business judgment rule
• I wish I could sleep on my back
• What could you possibly tell Hostess?
• If I Could Say Mother
• I could lie like this forever
• When I look at him I could eat a thousand tomato sandwiches
• How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
• Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends
• Bless his Heart
• I once helped Jason Priestley's girlfriend find his dick
• To Each His Own
• His eyes look out at me from people that I meet
• Kafka's Frustration with his Inherited Language
• aware of his own mortality
• Uncurling to the simplicity of his touch
• automaus reads its message inbox
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Part I: By-ends and his companions
• His face when she fell
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: V
• Charlie and His Orchestra
• It's easier to kick a praying man, because he's on his knees already
• The If Footprints Doesnt Knock His Wife Up Pronto The Whole World Will Think He's A Homofag When You Hear This Music Band
• Could you give a little turtle a shot?
• I could eat a horse
• You said you could hear the galaxy
• Could/can vs Would/will
• With an army of cats at my command, I could take over Ohio.
• The Princess No-one Could Silence
• What's The Worst That Could Happen?
• Er geht, aber er muss zurueckgehen
• The Traveler and His Dog
• The Master and His Dogs
• To His Coy Mistress
• Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in his shoes
• Orpheus and his Twice Dead bride, Eurydice
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• Reigns Of Tacitus, Probus, Carus And His Sons III
• What I deduced from his reading matter
• Ringo Starr and His All-Starr Band
• His Girl Friday
• The smell of his cologne still makes me cry

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