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And that's the way this wheel keeps working now. -John Mayer
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A spider's work of art.
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Spokes
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RxR
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I tremble, tremble like the flower, flower on a queen anne's lace in the breeze.
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Not your typical disco-ball.
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Mesmerizing
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The big bang theory
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Farming days of yore
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Circle of Light
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Hay Now!
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A weed is nothing more than a flower in disguise.
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Need some more elevation. I need some elevation. Give me elevation.
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Well, look through the window Tell me what do you see A beautiful planet, peace and harmony.
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“Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.”
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Try not to listen when I mumble like a loon, It's just another full moon.
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Once in a blue moon.
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Japanese Lanterns
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May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth road all the way to your door.
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Memories
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If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.
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“On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .”
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And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say, God didn't make the little green apples...
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This will soon be some amazing fried green tomatoes.
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No idea what this is, but I call it "Spikey Ball Flower" Very scientific huh?
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A lovely bunch of rolls of hay sitting in a row.
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Three times round, three grains ground.
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Don't axe me what this is about!
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These were tiny little berries. No clue what they are.
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Moonshine, anyone?
