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bones bring die hope moves pieces rapidly somewhere walk
If you want to become a fossil, you actually need to die somewhere where your bones will be rapidly buried. You then hope that the earth moves in such a way as to bring the bones back up to the surface. And then you hope that one of us lot will walk around and find small pieces of you. Louise Leakey
bones hillbilly deep-inside
We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside. Blake Shelton
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We are beaten, we will make no bones about it; but we are not too badly beaten still to fight. James Larkin
bones change faces fat lose older
As we age, not only do we lose fat in our faces but our bones actually change in contour, often making us look older than we feel. David Kahn
bones everybody exciting feels great happens hear hits inspired somebody stand
It's even more exciting when you hear it after a great play, when it's more spontaneous... when it just happens because it's the right thing to do or it's the inspired thing to do. Somebody just feels it in their bones that they need to stand up and do that, and then everybody joins in. I think that's when it really hits home.
bones deal folks inside mandatory news
A lot of these folks have been casketed for a long time, so we've only got bones to deal with, ... Evidently, it's not mandatory to place identification inside the casket, which was news to me. That's not helping.
bones heard large saw scoop stopped took
They took a big scoop and heard what they thought were large rocks. Then they saw bones and stopped working. John Whitaker
bones deep features formed hood might round shadow tall wrapped
It was a very tall man, if, indeed, it might be called a man, for the gaunt bones were protruding through the corroding flesh, and the features were of a leaden hue. A winding-sheet was wrapped round the figure, and formed a hood over the head, from under the shadow of which two fiendish eyes, deep set in their grisly sockets, blazed and sparkled like red-hot coals.
bones fathers kept lie mountains pure scattered stocks thy truth whose worshipped
Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones / Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; / Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old / When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones. John Milton
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We did it in the most hillbilly way we could think of, and there we were, John Doe