the keys dropped to the floor, with an almighty clatter. it gave me a pounding headache but then again, every thing did these days. i didnt care anymore.stooping to pick them up, i heard a crack behind me. the sound was too familiar
i’ll sing to you in keys you’ve never heard before jingle them in your pocket and let them fall to the floor it’s time to swallow your pride and say what’s on your mind because you’ll never open the door when it’s locked
The word “keys” can have many definitions dependent on the context in which it is used. A key can be a instrument for unlocking a door, window, or car ignition. A key can also be an essential piece to an idea. For example, the “key” sentence in a paragraph would be the pertinent statement that defines the content of the paragraph.
i have a set of keys that i have that i don’t even know where they belong to. i have somehow just collected them and they keep piling up with more charms or key chains. you can never have enough keys or key chains. its funny that i am even wasting my time writing about keys. you can also find the key to my heart on my sleeve.
Opening and arising. Too late to touch where you want to go, you have the ones to where you need to. There is nothing but opening, there is only access, you have them. They are your brilliance, your purpose, the fate and destiny if we know they exist.
Here I am typing these keys, while I hear the beautiful sounds of those piano keys behind me. I realize now, more than ever, that tomorrow will be a better day. And I won’t be typing these keys for you anymore.
I remember when she was holding her car keys and she was talking on the phone and then suddenly she wasn’t holding her car keys because they had fallen out of her hand and she was crying so hard. It felt like the day I was digging for something under my bed and I found one of your old hospital bracelets.
The keys beneath my fingers were my little helpers. They weren’t the music, but they helped belt it out. The music wasn’t my fingers, either.
The music was… it was music. It was inside of me. There was no way I could describe what it was.
It left me without my opinion, whether I wanted it to or not. But it did, and when it did, I loved it, it bettered the world, and everyone else loved it.
I’d lost my keys. Again. Why was it always me? This time, I really did it: Losing my keys in a field. That was so typical me that I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
car keys forget about keys they are not work worrying about if you forget where you put them then just think about it for a second and see if it comes to you, if not then you must stop and re think on e more time and do it until you reailize where you put your keys and if your keys are not in your pocket then they are elsewhere
oh my god my keys. i left my keys in my car. my car? my keys! shizer! damn. me. so stupid. i always leave my keys in my car. my car? my cat. like that. as if i had a choice. as if you’d notice my voice. don’t you, though? isn’t it just? key to the cat of that car. damn car. damned spot. shot. through the heart. ole!
its was when i tiped it and there was a word. beneath my screen it was and there were so many of them. there were also some on my piano, but i almost forgot it. so i pushed the ones on the piano and the ones on the laptop together. they were different.
the keys are in the house we need them to turn on the car and drive to the city.but we cannot warm the car without the keys so hurry up and close the house so we can get warm in the car. now that
the catalyst that allows us to start our engine to our carsand instantly transport us to a place where it would’ve taken us years to get to in the past.
on this computer. which im typing on. they hold a world of possibilities, you never know what you might write one day. it could change the world, or maybe just one person. but everything you do is something.
We have keys to everything. Our heart, our mind our car, house. And they all let us in and if we choose, other people. The amazing thing is we get to choose who gets those keys. So choose well.
I am typing on keys right now. Not anymore. Wait. I take that back. I’m finished writing on the keys. Hold on. Now I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am I’m not. I am. I’m not. I…….
I carry my keys on my person every single second of my day. It keeps me sane. Too many times I have looked for those keys. Exasperating! Stressful! Keep them in your pocket and win! Happy is the key to life!
It could be musical. It could be what starts your car or lets you into your house. Either way, it is a passage to something. It can also be the crucial point — the key to the mystery of life. It is typical of the English language that it can mean so many things. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s key.
1) Warm,tropical beaches with time to kill while sipping on your rum> Think Key West or Largo.
2) Important points in any issue.
3) Door openers. Things you lose, which can make for the most maddening searches.
4) Push-button typewriter or computer points where my fingers are landing currently. A laptop would be lost without them while you’re sitting on Longboat Key working on your novel.
the keys to happiness are rusted We need to find some scouring pads. perhaps its the scouring of our souls that leads to happiness and not the keys themselves. Wouldn’t that set the work of the world a bristle? Where do i stand in line for the rub out>
I can’t find mine! I am lost in a sea of unmarked keys… I dream about tokens that I cannot find. I wish there were keys to unlock the mysteries of the universe. So aplomb in nonsense and drivel, all that I need is a key. Servility? I need a key. I need to be whole. What is the truth?
There are many keys in life that can open new and exciting adventures. You may be able to present a speech to a small audience but someone in that audience could lead you to a bigger audience if you grab their attention. There are openings in life, you just have to unlock them-give life your all.
My keys are always on my person. If I don’t carry my keys around with me, I feel lost. I hate losing them, too, so this way, if they are always with me, it makes for happy and I’m all about happy.
the keys on my key board make noise when I type. My girlfriend is thinking about playing her keyboard today which has keys but she needs a book to follow along with. Keys make noise. When I walk, my keys jingle.
the keys dropped to the floor, with an almighty clatter. it gave me a pounding headache but then again, every thing did these days. i didnt care anymore.stooping to pick them up, i heard a crack behind me. the sound was too familiar
The keys to my woman’s soul was a mystery to everyone, including that woman whom I loved for so long a time.
i’ll sing to you in keys you’ve never heard before jingle them in your pocket and let them fall to the floor it’s time to swallow your pride and say what’s on your mind because you’ll never open the door when it’s locked
My key has a shitty little shark bottle opener on it, because my sister sent me it for my 16th birthday all the way from china.
in reality it could be form anywhere, and it can’t open bottles, but I love it, and it opens every door to me.
inspired by my sister.
The word “keys” can have many definitions dependent on the context in which it is used. A key can be a instrument for unlocking a door, window, or car ignition. A key can also be an essential piece to an idea. For example, the “key” sentence in a paragraph would be the pertinent statement that defines the content of the paragraph.
i have a set of keys that i have that i don’t even know where they belong to. i have somehow just collected them and they keep piling up with more charms or key chains. you can never have enough keys or key chains. its funny that i am even wasting my time writing about keys. you can also find the key to my heart on my sleeve.
Opening and arising. Too late to touch where you want to go, you have the ones to where you need to. There is nothing but opening, there is only access, you have them. They are your brilliance, your purpose, the fate and destiny if we know they exist.
Here I am typing these keys, while I hear the beautiful sounds of those piano keys behind me. I realize now, more than ever, that tomorrow will be a better day. And I won’t be typing these keys for you anymore.
keys are things that unlock and lock things
thaat’s soo boring
I remember when she was holding her car keys and she was talking on the phone and then suddenly she wasn’t holding her car keys because they had fallen out of her hand and she was crying so hard. It felt like the day I was digging for something under my bed and I found one of your old hospital bracelets.
keys are a pain the neck you loose them or you brake them! why can’t you have those hand scanners like in the movies?
typing on these keys, all day err’ day.
keys that open that door.
piano keys.
florida keys.
keys.
yes.
keys.
they are odd looking, usally jingle or hang from chains. used to open things mostly doors and boxes.
The keys beneath my fingers were my little helpers. They weren’t the music, but they helped belt it out. The music wasn’t my fingers, either.
The music was… it was music. It was inside of me. There was no way I could describe what it was.
It left me without my opinion, whether I wanted it to or not. But it did, and when it did, I loved it, it bettered the world, and everyone else loved it.
I’d lost my keys. Again. Why was it always me? This time, I really did it: Losing my keys in a field. That was so typical me that I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
Belonging to Francis Scott.
The keys go tinkling, making a beautiful sound. Keys stop. Start again. And finisha beautiful hymn.
car keys forget about keys they are not work worrying about if you forget where you put them then just think about it for a second and see if it comes to you, if not then you must stop and re think on e more time and do it until you reailize where you put your keys and if your keys are not in your pocket then they are elsewhere
oh my god my keys. i left my keys in my car. my car? my keys! shizer! damn. me. so stupid. i always leave my keys in my car. my car? my cat. like that. as if i had a choice. as if you’d notice my voice. don’t you, though? isn’t it just? key to the cat of that car. damn car. damned spot. shot. through the heart. ole!
its was when i tiped it and there was a word. beneath my screen it was and there were so many of them. there were also some on my piano, but i almost forgot it. so i pushed the ones on the piano and the ones on the laptop together. they were different.
the keys are in the house we need them to turn on the car and drive to the city.but we cannot warm the car without the keys so hurry up and close the house so we can get warm in the car. now that
the catalyst that allows us to start our engine to our carsand instantly transport us to a place where it would’ve taken us years to get to in the past.
just look at how far we’ve come.
and imagine how far we’re about to go.
jungle, car, useful, bling, heavy,solid,gold silver house find annoying dirty not fitting
on this computer. which im typing on. they hold a world of possibilities, you never know what you might write one day. it could change the world, or maybe just one person. but everything you do is something.
use to open the door. to unlock something. to unlock the programme. its also found in the keyboard. masterkeys can op
my keys were stolen
We have keys to everything. Our heart, our mind our car, house. And they all let us in and if we choose, other people. The amazing thing is we get to choose who gets those keys. So choose well.
I am typing on keys right now. Not anymore. Wait. I take that back. I’m finished writing on the keys. Hold on. Now I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am. I’m not. I am I’m not. I am. I’m not. I…….
my roommate has a chain of plastic keys on his backpack that is cute and very charming and I wish that everyone
rah rah rah blah blah blah rah blah rah.
what you typle with on the computer.
what you use to play the piano.
what you use to open doors.
keys are important. :]
I always lose them! Is it just me? I always treat them nice but what have ther ever done for me??
I carry my keys on my person every single second of my day. It keeps me sane. Too many times I have looked for those keys. Exasperating! Stressful! Keep them in your pocket and win! Happy is the key to life!
It could be musical. It could be what starts your car or lets you into your house. Either way, it is a passage to something. It can also be the crucial point — the key to the mystery of life. It is typical of the English language that it can mean so many things. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s key.
They Jingle in your pocket,
you hear them in your sleep.
They open doors and vehricals,
like Doctor Who the man.
1) Warm,tropical beaches with time to kill while sipping on your rum> Think Key West or Largo.
2) Important points in any issue.
3) Door openers. Things you lose, which can make for the most maddening searches.
4) Push-button typewriter or computer points where my fingers are landing currently. A laptop would be lost without them while you’re sitting on Longboat Key working on your novel.
the keys to happiness are rusted We need to find some scouring pads. perhaps its the scouring of our souls that leads to happiness and not the keys themselves. Wouldn’t that set the work of the world a bristle? Where do i stand in line for the rub out>
I can’t find mine! I am lost in a sea of unmarked keys… I dream about tokens that I cannot find. I wish there were keys to unlock the mysteries of the universe. So aplomb in nonsense and drivel, all that I need is a key. Servility? I need a key. I need to be whole. What is the truth?
There are many keys in life that can open new and exciting adventures. You may be able to present a speech to a small audience but someone in that audience could lead you to a bigger audience if you grab their attention. There are openings in life, you just have to unlock them-give life your all.
My keys are always on my person. If I don’t carry my keys around with me, I feel lost. I hate losing them, too, so this way, if they are always with me, it makes for happy and I’m all about happy.
the keys on my key board make noise when I type. My girlfriend is thinking about playing her keyboard today which has keys but she needs a book to follow along with. Keys make noise. When I walk, my keys jingle.