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Trisha G.: Nyquil came 65 years too late for Nelle, beloved wife of Geo. Sr.
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Trisha G.: Fence of the dead. Of the DEAD!
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Trisha G.: He bugs me. He bugs me not. He bugs me.
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Trisha G.: beautiful person.
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Trisha G.: What was I thinking?
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Trisha G.: John and Lou.
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Trisha G.: This is a good photo.
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Trisha G.: It's not me; it's you.
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Trisha G.: Susan and Rose.
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Trisha G.: Magnolia tree, angel. Blah, blah.
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Trisha G.: Sweet home in Alabama.
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Trisha G.: I sing alone. And others thank me for that.
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Trisha G.: She had a pleasant elevation.
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Trisha G.: Farmland like a tapestry, passed down through generations.
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Trisha G.: beautiful people.
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Trisha G.: You don't even need a rhyming dictionary.
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Trisha G.: Say hello to hesitance to everyone I meet.
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Trisha G.: Just say it for me.
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Trisha G.: The stars fell.
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Trisha G.: And.
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Trisha G.: Somehow, she needed this.
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Trisha G.: Monumentally creepy.
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Trisha G.: Convent pond.
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Trisha G.: Damn Hell Tennessee Welcome Center.
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Trisha G.: Hank's Boutique & Style Shop.
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Trisha G.: No pepsi. Coke.
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Trisha G.: I'm tired of titles.
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Trisha G.: Time doth vomit even on lambs of God.
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Trisha G.: 14 I tried to make this less red!
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Trisha G.: 13 I'll be home soon.