Ch. 3 Gearing up
A radio behind him was playing some sort of soft country theme from some ballad. danny really didn't think about it as he hiked through the clutter to the counter right across from the tabby.
Late after work
A soft ballad flowed from the speakers, causing the small smile on gwen's face to deepen slightly.
The Boy Next Door
But the tiger hadn't said a word, instead his eyes and face were an epic ballad about his dick and the size of it was just a translators footnote.
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Maybe write a punk ballad about her~." lou shook his head, dangling the lanyard again as he moved in as well, joining the big hug. "and i need a name to put on this baby right here. you've definitely earned it, after all."
"The Thin Line," Part Y
It was many more cups of tea, and a number of ballads, before i could bring myself to go "home," sent on my way with another pawshake, and another very warm embrace from the two squirrels
"The Thin Line," Part Q
**he** had just remembered a jolly ballad about moonlight walks in the forest.
The Quiet One
Sitting cross- legged on the sofa he smoothly played through what he called, "the ballad of the white lion." a smooth and sensual song by blind deaf and dumb.
Sentinels part1
He had never been the biggest music lover but tonight, as his tail gently twitched to the songs familiar meter he reflected that there might be some appeal in the old ballads after all.
The Aethyr Machine - Chapter 3
The twin elk brothers trygve and magpie had found in the market square were standing on a table, playing a series of ballads and folk jigs on bellow-pipes and flute, accompanied by magpie with his lute.
Breeder City Ep.4
"hey, lynn is pretty damn good." motioning to the green haired lioness on stage, now singing a slower ballad, the guitar whining as it's owner held down the strings.
The Missing Guidebook
Nbsp; if, in appalachian virginia, summer is the time of warriors, blood, passion, violence, then september is the month to tend wounds, to kiss the forehead, to rock the babe in her mother's arms - this is the time of lonesome passions, of the murder ballad
Poetry Collection #1
Maiden of the cave, your song doth speak to me you left a hole within our souls, the gravest tragedy we simply cannot carry on, we beg thee to us save our lives themselves of empty worth, oh maiden of the cave" \* \* \* the ballad