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she's tricky

and snap! the job's a game

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In a castle, on a cloud
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acoustic guitar, alan rickman, american literature, band of brothers, being quite contrary, book clubs, cheesy jokes, christianity, cravats, damian lewis, david tennant, dean winchester, fanfiction, football, glee, harry potter, history, history of new york, house/wilson, jane austen, jensen's scruff, john dear, jon walker noodling, jon/ryan, jonases, josh ritter, lazing around doing nothing, literature, love, mark strong, mary poppins, midsomer murders, musicals, non-violence, old romantic comedies, optimism, peace and justice, pleasantville, poetry, pretty.odd., relationships with fictional characters, rogers thesaurus, romance novels hahaha, ryan ross, ryan ross' ridiculousness, ryan ross' stupid sunglasses, sgt dale smith, singing, spencer smith's smile, summer, supernatural, t.s.eliot, television rotting my brain, the bill, the cold, the letter 'h', the notebook, the west wing, the whitlams, vicar of dibley, vintage movies, walt whitman, wateringcans, west wing josh/donna, without a trace, writing with a quill
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Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats,
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me,
(For what is my life or any man's life but a conflict with foes, the
old, the incessant war?)
You degradations, you tussle with passions and appetites,
You smarts from dissatisfied friendships, (ah wounds the sharpest of all!)
You toil of painful and choked articulations, you meannesses,
You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my tongue the shallowest of any;)
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis!
Ah think not you finally triumph, my real self has yet to come forth,
It shall yet march forth o'ermastering, till all lies beneath me,
It shall yet stand up the soldier of ultimate victory.

Whitman


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