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1. 

   Jkiss said, 6 months ago

   It’s old and loud and continues to make disturbing noises.
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   ronald rini said, 6 months ago

   thanks never knew why before but looked it up a good story
3. 

   Storm said, 6 months ago

   @ronald rini

   I did too. I love learning something new.
4. 

   whmIII said, 6 months ago

   @Debbie Jordan

   The hair line is Florida…
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   Neo Blakkrstal said, 6 months ago

   Walkin’ down the street, the ladies all be lookin’
   As I pass they say, “Hey what’s cookin’?”
   I say nothin’ much, but they don’t care, cuz @ my feet, they continue to stare…
   Hey ladies do ya mind, my eyes are up here,
   but it ain’t their fault, I’m rockin’ crazy fresh footwear!

   Footy Scent is
   Bringin’ back, Socks and Sandals
   what, what, what
   Socks and sandals
   bringin’ back, socks with sandals
   what, what, what
   Socks and Sandals

   Some haters say that look was never in
   I say no disrespect or I’ll kick you in the shin
   I walk on by and say whatever, random!
   Now I’m inside his head like my socks
   inside my sandals.

   Cuz im bringin’ back socks and sandals
   what, what, what
   Socks and sandals!
   bringin’ back, socks and sandals!
   What, what, what?
   Socks and Sandals!

   Hush puppy break it down for the fellas @ home!

   Well, well, well
   ya dont have to worry ‘bout clippin’ your toenails,
   and your feet won’t get slimy if you step on a snail.
   Socks add a little bit of mystery,
   they prevent your toes from gettin’ blistery!
   And here’s one more thing, just so you know,
   when she asks for your digits, she means your toes!

   Cuz I’m bringin back, socks and sandals
   what, what, what
   socks and sandals
   bringin’ back, socks and sandals
   what, what what
   socks and sandals

   Flip flip, and some flippin socks
   Toe sandals, ain’t no scandals
   moccasins
   mocasins?
   You’re out of ladies.

   Bringin back, socks and sandals!
   What what what?
   Socks and sandals!
   Bringin’ back socks and sandals!
   What what what?
   Socks and sandals!
   And we look so good in sandals
   (I know)
6. 

   Saucy1121 said, 6 months ago

   My grandfather’s clock
   Was too large for the shelf,
   So it stood ninety years on the floor;
   It was taller by half
   Than the old man himself,
   Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
   It was bought on the morn
   Of the day that he was born,
   It was always his treasure and pride;

   But it stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.
   Ninety years without slumbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   His life seconds numbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   It stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.

   In watching its pendulum
   Swing to and fro,
   Many hours had he spent while a boy;
   And in childhood and manhood
   The clock seemed to know,
   And share both his grief and his joy.
   And it struck twenty-four
   When he entered at the door,
   With a blooming and beautiful bride;

   But it stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.
   Ninety years without slumbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   His life seconds numbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   It stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.

   Ninety years without slumbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   His life seconds numbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   It stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.

   My grandfather said
   That of those he could hire,
   Not a servant so faithful he found;
   For it wasted no time,
   And had but one desire,
   At the close of each week to be wound.
   And it kept in its place,
   Not a frown upon its face,
   And its hand never hung by its side.

   But it stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.
   Ninety years without slumbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   His life seconds numbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   It stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.

   It rang an alarm
   In the dead of the night,
   An alarm that for years had been dumb;
   And we knew that his spirit
   Was pluming his flight,
   That his hour of departure had come.
   Still the clock kept the time,
   With a soft and muffled chime,
   As we silently stood by his side.
   But it stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.
   Ninety years without slumbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   His life seconds numbering,
   Tick, tock, tick, tock,
   It stopped short
   Never to go again,
   When the old man died.

   By Henry Clay Work
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