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Pining Away: longing for The most spiritual sense I have ever found in a place was a monastery I visited in forth grade. The holy of holy’s room had a place where there was no talking and no singing aloud. All of the hormonal preteens around me were struck with the sense of something that demanded to be respected, so not even a peep was heard from even the class bully.
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- Blood, Sweat, And Tears
- Full Moon And Fleeing
- Can’t Beat A Dead Horse
- Breakfast of Champions
- High Noon Part 1
- High Noon Part 2
- To Hell Or High Water Part 1
- To Hell Or High Water Part 2
- Barn Sour
- Bangtail
- Wabblin’ Jaw
- Flannel Mouth
- Fit To Be Tied
- All Down But Nine
- Pony Express Part 1
- Pony Express Part 2
- Acquisitive
- Corral Dust
- Naked As A Jaybird
- Feeling Like A Mab
- Up A Tree
- Right As Rain
- Spitting Nales
- Polishing The Pistol
- Three Ways From Sunday
- In A Pinch
- Reckoning Up
- Down In The Mouth
- Play Second Fiddle
- Gone Coon
- Deader Than A Doorknob
- Pull On Your Horns
- Spinning A Yarn
- Painting The Town Red
- Cold As A Wagon Tire
- Miss One’s Figure
- Wamble-Cropped
- Take The Starch Out
- Put The Licks In
- In For It
- On The Prod
- Nymphs Du Prairie
- Fetch Up
- Off His Rocker
- Dragged Out
- Fair To Middlin’
- Pining Away
- Clean Thing
- Above One’s Bend
- Been Through The Mill
- Jig Is Up
- Hair In The Butter
- Have A Mind
- Cavort
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