Once upon a time there was a lady who lived on a dusty old lane. Like one you drive on. She currently is dodging cars as we speak. WIsh her luck as she does this. She only has so much time to live.
one word could mean so many things. it could mean that there is one specific word you are supposed to think about or perhaps that all it takes is one word. Depending on how you look at things in life, pessimistically or optimistically one word could be pulled in a thousand different directions.
There was a dusted old lane leading down a road that no one ever took. I supposed that they might as well be afraid of it in a way. There were rumors, and stories about this lane. In the fall the lane was always brightly colored with foliage. You could see how beautiful it was. In the winter it was barren, and dead. You could see then the curves and that it truly led to nowhere.
lane is like a street, or it could be a name, but it’s usually associated with roads like Juniper Lane or something like that. but personally i like the name Lane, like Lane…im not sure but its a pretty name, very classic, when i think of someone with that name i think of someone in sepia tone
i went walking down the lane and saw a big guy with a shirt on and he said whaaaa???? and then he went away and so i went to the end of the lane and saw a store where i bought a bottle of champagne and some raspberries and smokes.
the lane is where it happens. Where life changes at will. where one becomes something they could at one point only wish for. One’s dreams and aspirations lay in the lane.
the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane, and when i drive sometimes i find it hard to stay in my lane but at the end of the day walking is a Pane, so drive i must.
i was dancein in the lane, and i gota sudden pain that drove me insane, where is penny lane im loosing my only brain, where can i gain a new one. this is really plain, whats the correct mainfrain. i was bowling down the lane, that i dropped the ball in the drain, or gutter ds
I think of Nathan Lane when I see that word. And the Producers. Not only that, but I think of my Grandparent’s address when they lived in Westport. Lane Smith from the superman show. Lois Lane. Mrs. Lainey.
lois lane was dying on the street. she was laying in the right lane, but since this was england, it was actually the left, which is why she had been struck by a truck.
as she lay there dying, she rhymed her name
lane bane cane dane jane mane pane sane feign wain
A road, but a really thin one, with trees all around. Like in the summer when you’re biking or walking, and all of the sudden you find yourself in this cool green tunnel smelling sweetly of warm breeze and cool leaves. Its a place for lovers to walk down in cheesy romantic movies, but its still sweet, no matter how cliche.
so far down this lane of unhappiness and I cant get off. I really want to go in a different direction, and go and be happy there. I hate this lane of unchanging direction and unhappiness. I hate it.
the lane i am on is all craggy with dents from innexperienced bowlers walking down it with tap shoes on they et their pins and chips stoicly and pisson eachother as they laugh
There’s a lane beside the main road where I live. It’s called Jackson Street. It’s where I used to play with a girl called laura when I was a child, babysat before my parents got home. Now she has a kid. We grow old before we grow wise.
Then there was Lois. She was more beautiful than any dame I’d ever seen. Black hair, piercing blue eyes, ruby lips. SHe was a cliche, but so am I; so that Lois Lane and I are going to perfect for each other.
This lane, this path im taking, is one I’ve dreamed about my whole life. It involves people getting hurt, but they can get over that. I’ll never forgive myself if i screw this up and miss this opportunity, this life changing experience. First love or only love, regardless, its love.
i was switching into the right lane and then the car behind sped up and then i was nervous so i switched into the other lane, and then i saw a cop and it pulled him over and i thought it was funny even though i shouldn’t because when that happens to me i hate it and i get that horrible feeling in my stomache
Going down memory lane is always fun. It brings back memories of fun times, the sad, the crazy, embarrassing “Lord please let me forget this” moments. A trip down memory lane is simply the greatest.
I grew up on Howard Lane with awesome parents and a cat named Secret. I was lucky enough to have 2 parents who, weren’t perfect, but did the best they could and loved us always. Howard Lane was a good place to grow up. Small town, lots of farms.
sitting in a slow lane down the Stevenson its moving so slow. now were in a fast lane! I’m going to be on time for school! Mcclory won’t hate my guts today. Sweet. I’m so excited for today, because i might see my crush
i live on a lane. its very pretty and i like to go sit near the ocean at the end of the lane. i like watching the waves crash on the shore. lane can also be a name.
twisted sideways paths all around like spider webs etching familiar pathways through tunnels and the surprise waiting is that there isn’t one. the same familiar terrain from lessons never learned, projected as if one’s own. but the truth surrounding us is overlapping patterns of various origins.
Lane Stadium. We started jumping. Orange and maroon blanketed the stadium. It’s so much more than a game, it’s tradition and way of life. LETS GO HOKIES!
As she walked down the lane, my mouth dropped open. I’d never seen anyone so stunning. My face broke out into a wide smile, and I couldn’t believe she was about to be mine. My heart soared, and I knew my wedding day would be brilliant.
lane
mt lane not your lane mine. stay in your own lane and i will stay in mine. this is my lane give me my lane give me my space.
My lane my path my destiny. is there a goal at the end of this lane will i ever reach it sometimes i run or i waslk or i run. take no dtours i want to stayin my lane. go ayway i need my space in my lane
Once upon a time there was a lady who lived on a dusty old lane. Like one you drive on. She currently is dodging cars as we speak. WIsh her luck as she does this. She only has so much time to live.
one word could mean so many things. it could mean that there is one specific word you are supposed to think about or perhaps that all it takes is one word. Depending on how you look at things in life, pessimistically or optimistically one word could be pulled in a thousand different directions.
There was a dusted old lane leading down a road that no one ever took. I supposed that they might as well be afraid of it in a way. There were rumors, and stories about this lane. In the fall the lane was always brightly colored with foliage. You could see how beautiful it was. In the winter it was barren, and dead. You could see then the curves and that it truly led to nowhere.
lane is like a street, or it could be a name, but it’s usually associated with roads like Juniper Lane or something like that. but personally i like the name Lane, like Lane…im not sure but its a pretty name, very classic, when i think of someone with that name i think of someone in sepia tone
i went walking down the lane and saw a big guy with a shirt on and he said whaaaa???? and then he went away and so i went to the end of the lane and saw a store where i bought a bottle of champagne and some raspberries and smokes.
the lane is where it happens. Where life changes at will. where one becomes something they could at one point only wish for. One’s dreams and aspirations lay in the lane.
LANE!
the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plane, and when i drive sometimes i find it hard to stay in my lane but at the end of the day walking is a Pane, so drive i must.
i was dancein in the lane, and i gota sudden pain that drove me insane, where is penny lane im loosing my only brain, where can i gain a new one. this is really plain, whats the correct mainfrain. i was bowling down the lane, that i dropped the ball in the drain, or gutter ds
cars drive in the wrong lane all the time, and then mike gets mad and flips them off and yells at them.
For Christmas, everyone on the lane decorated their house with a brilliant display of lights.
I think of Nathan Lane when I see that word. And the Producers. Not only that, but I think of my Grandparent’s address when they lived in Westport. Lane Smith from the superman show. Lois Lane. Mrs. Lainey.
lois lane was dying on the street. she was laying in the right lane, but since this was england, it was actually the left, which is why she had been struck by a truck.
as she lay there dying, she rhymed her name
lane bane cane dane jane mane pane sane feign wain
down the lane the faeries flew in between hill and dale rolling in dew drops and jumping over mushrooms
A road, but a really thin one, with trees all around. Like in the summer when you’re biking or walking, and all of the sudden you find yourself in this cool green tunnel smelling sweetly of warm breeze and cool leaves. Its a place for lovers to walk down in cheesy romantic movies, but its still sweet, no matter how cliche.
so far down this lane of unhappiness and I cant get off. I really want to go in a different direction, and go and be happy there. I hate this lane of unchanging direction and unhappiness. I hate it.
the lane i am on is all craggy with dents from innexperienced bowlers walking down it with tap shoes on they et their pins and chips stoicly and pisson eachother as they laugh
The streets are numerous. The lanes go on forever and ever in this city. You are always lost but it is impossible to ever feel truly lost.
A path? Should we make our own or follow other’s? Is it a road for cars or a metaphor? Follow your own.
a street. a place. dark. wisteria. histeria.
lane
There’s a lane beside the main road where I live. It’s called Jackson Street. It’s where I used to play with a girl called laura when I was a child, babysat before my parents got home. Now she has a kid. We grow old before we grow wise.
I want to walk across abbey lane and take a typical tourist photo…because I love the Beatles!
Then there was Lois. She was more beautiful than any dame I’d ever seen. Black hair, piercing blue eyes, ruby lips. SHe was a cliche, but so am I; so that Lois Lane and I are going to perfect for each other.
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lane
i live on a road
not a lane
but my friend lives on a lane
her names not jane
and shes not plain
lane
i dunno….
a lane is like a street, or penny lane, who is in my ear. that’s where she lies (or whatever the lyrics actually are).
Lane lane lane lane lane, kind of awkward when you think about it.
almost lame, a lane is that which it is or can be. hm.
This lane, this path im taking, is one I’ve dreamed about my whole life. It involves people getting hurt, but they can get over that. I’ll never forgive myself if i screw this up and miss this opportunity, this life changing experience. First love or only love, regardless, its love.
i was switching into the right lane and then the car behind sped up and then i was nervous so i switched into the other lane, and then i saw a cop and it pulled him over and i thought it was funny even though i shouldn’t because when that happens to me i hate it and i get that horrible feeling in my stomache
Going down memory lane is always fun. It brings back memories of fun times, the sad, the crazy, embarrassing “Lord please let me forget this” moments. A trip down memory lane is simply the greatest.
I grew up on Howard Lane with awesome parents and a cat named Secret. I was lucky enough to have 2 parents who, weren’t perfect, but did the best they could and loved us always. Howard Lane was a good place to grow up. Small town, lots of farms.
sitting in a slow lane down the Stevenson its moving so slow. now were in a fast lane! I’m going to be on time for school! Mcclory won’t hate my guts today. Sweet. I’m so excited for today, because i might see my crush
i can go down a lane, the lane of my life or maybe she is someone named lane- is my life feminine like me? i dont know. where is my life
walking down the lane i hear a bloodcurdling scream. I turned, and just as I did I saw a flash from the corner of my eye. “what” I mumbled
i live on a lane. its very pretty and i like to go sit near the ocean at the end of the lane. i like watching the waves crash on the shore. lane can also be a name.
twisted sideways paths all around like spider webs etching familiar pathways through tunnels and the surprise waiting is that there isn’t one. the same familiar terrain from lessons never learned, projected as if one’s own. but the truth surrounding us is overlapping patterns of various origins.
Lane Stadium. We started jumping. Orange and maroon blanketed the stadium. It’s so much more than a game, it’s tradition and way of life. LETS GO HOKIES!
As she walked down the lane, my mouth dropped open. I’d never seen anyone so stunning. My face broke out into a wide smile, and I couldn’t believe she was about to be mine. My heart soared, and I knew my wedding day would be brilliant.
is manny things like an bowling lane were people bowl or life a line like in the supper market i’ll 1 or 2 it almost like a road.
lane
mt lane not your lane mine. stay in your own lane and i will stay in mine. this is my lane give me my lane give me my space.
My lane my path my destiny. is there a goal at the end of this lane will i ever reach it sometimes i run or i waslk or i run. take no dtours i want to stayin my lane. go ayway i need my space in my lane