If you love me, marry me
Before the sun has dipped behind those trees.
If you love me, marry me
Before the sun has dipped behind those trees.
As American productivity, once the exuberant engine of national wealth, has dipped to an embarrassingly uncompetitive low, Americans have shaken their heads the country's old work ethic is dead.
Written by a sponge dipped in warm milk and sprinkled with sugar.
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
So I dipped into my childhood and came up with Nicky Deuce. I wanted him to get into a lot of mischief, like the time I taped a fork to a broom handle and cattle-rustled a steak off the barbecue of the next-door neighbor.
The whitest white dipped in clinging dirt. Another summer has thrown its corpse on my floor. The streets have given birth to even more strangers. Rivers of urine stripe the sidewalks. It rained the other day and the only thing that occurred to me was it would wash the smell away for a few days. Tonight is the first hot night. Outside my window, the human noise factor is intense. Its past midnight. They talk too much. They scream liquor-fueled idiot chatter. I pull away and close the door. I think about how its all going to play out. How much time people spend trying to get across to each other, trying to clear their names. Trying to overturn the charges brought against them. I have decided to tell them that its all true and not seek a fair trial. Its the only way to be free. Stop trying to matter. I could get my body tattooed with air-colored ink and walk invisibly amongst them. I have heard people say that they felt closer to their parents after they have died. Maybe if I treat people as if they were dead, I could get along with them better. I want to be able to like living people somehow. As it is now, theyre I best coming through speakers or trapped between book covers. Here I go into the heat. Four months as a human anvil.
At times, we kind of dipped (team conditioning) after Christmas, so this should help us as players so that we don't have to struggle with something like that in the future.
The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.
Standing near the door, we dipped our fingers in the holy water, crossed and blessed ourselves, and proceeded up to the sleeping-room, in the usual order, two by two.
I know that maybe I wasn't at my best over the last two years but each time my form has dipped I've been capable of pulling myself back up again, ... The biggest difference I've noticed here so far is the pressure, the expectations on you. I think that is good for me.
Is anyone serious about the politics of happiness? David Cameron dipped a toe in the water, using the word lightly, but denying the hard policies it implies. Labour shies away from it, but should take up the challenge.
I don't use a pen. I write with a goose quill dipped in venom.
Oil prices dipped half a dollar as many traders looked to book profits, speculating that the previous price rally was an over-reaction to concerns that Iran could use oil as a weapon against the U.N..
Art my slats I can paint with a shoestring dipped in lard.
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