she dance the fox trot, but never a proper waltz. i tried to get her to dance the tango with me, once. that was a mistake. but she’d fox trot all night long without complaints. at the dances i always think about her and wonder what ever happened to her, and if she ever managed to learn another dance.
I trot down the road with my horse named sue. As we trot, we meet a troll. Sure begins to reason with the troll so that we may pass peacefully. Trotting with Sue is very handy.
The horse began to trot about the yard, it’s muscles rippling underneath the chestnut coat. Gleaming sunbeams danced through his mane and the amazing girl atop glanced at me.
trot i dont know what trot means but i know in korea we had something called trot which was some kind of weird music my parents listened to it sounds really weird theres a guy that has a reallly really deep voice and the trot songs he sings are really cheezy and i dont usually listen to it but sometimes my parents listen to it in the car and im just like ahhhhhh please turn it off although i pretend i dont like it its not that bad.
The horse was trottling wildly in the country road. Emily was about to deliver our fifth child and i wanted, NEEDED to be there at her side, holding her hand, caressing her fohead, conforting her and celebrating the miracle of a new life.
dappled pony with hair on the neck tied off in small bulbous knots, and a slap happy wide ass with dotted fur and pinto beans trotting alongside my lane in the river rock road.
when i think of trot i think of a fish. maybe it’s because of a trout. i do not know. i think a trot is a type of walk, like a swagger. yeah.. atleast thats what I think. (my writing is messy cause i’m writing quickly) anyways, I think horses trot, that sounds reasonable, does it now? I’m weird. lol, hop[e you liked this thingy. loveloveloveyou.
The horse settled down, sweating from it’s long hard run. I, on the other hand, was still feverishly panicky, looking back over my shoulder, sondering if it had really happened at all. As we trotted to a stop, I almost lid off the slippery sweaty skin of my trusty steed.
there was a horse trotting down the road. the trotting horse had a person on the back going on a joy ride. The horse trotted for five minutes and then stopped trotting
I didnt know what the hell a trot was because English isn’t my first language, buuut it’s the trot of a horse?? What the heck? Who cares how a horse is trotting? I still dont know exactly what it is.. Oh well! Time’s up!
I am walking fast down the road. I am following the horse. I am not alone. THis is more than the usual horse. This is the discovery of a new road home. Something is telling what I never dared hear before. I break into a run.
I trotted down the sidewalk to the park, thinking about my..issues. *sighs* It’s so hard lately to smile and put one foot in front of the other. Is there any relief? Anywhere at all? I mean…. I just want to be happy again. Happy…. It goes away so quickly….
i think about horses when i see this word. i think about their feet and all the mud on them. i wish i had a farm where i could actually have horses and all the animals i wanted. the house i could get is on 2 acres but my mom doesnt like it and she wont let me get it. i might go ahead and get it anyway because i want to live out in the country.
too hot too trot my lips on on the dot. dotted lines to the papers i sign, my life away, everyday. never young again growing older every minute. save this life and keep on going. stronger. trot on longer. now go.
honestly i don’t know what trot is, luckily with google under 60 second i can define what it means. only needed 3 second with my lightning fast typing to search that majestic engine. just type ‘define:trot’ voila, magic of the internet.
i wonder how many people cheating this web. under 60 second? nonsense. even if the time runs out, i can still type anything i want. i’m high righ now, with happy five and some acids. i can’t think but my intuitive sense can still guide my finger on the keyboard.
ok now back to the ‘trot’ word. what happen next is i got bored. i sat then i meet her. lucy in the sky with diamonds materialized. i love her and married her, happy ending. just like what the most readers wanted to know in every story.
what’s up with happy ending? it sucks! i like open ending better. it makes my mind scrambling like firestorm thinking about the best and worst ending possible in a stories.
i like to trot on the beach. not really. what exact classifies a trot? does it have to be like a horse? cause if so i’m fucked, cause i only have 2 legs. oh well. i dont like running, and walking is pretty lame. boo to trotting.
the deer trot along at great pace, to win the worlds last deer vs man race. too bad a hunter shot him in the face, that i guess was the only way to save the good name of mankind vs deer standards
Trot. The horse can trot, I cannot. Frankly I think it’s a pretty stupid action for a human to take. TROTTING. Stupid. Unless you’re a horse. Of course.
As i trot down, slippery slopes cause my feet to make a sound. as my boots hit the ground, i turn back around, to see what i have trotting away. what a day.
I keep getting trot, I kind of want to write about something else. Horses trot through fields of green. Trot rhymes with rot, which we all rot. All living matter can trot and rot together forever. Trot away horses, before time catches you. Because it will eventually, no matter how fast you are.
It’s the morning, time for writers to get up and tapping. Playing on keys, making music with words. Traveling roads never traveled, trotting merrily to the beat of the mind.
BREANDLE CAN TROT. HE TROTS REAL GOOD. AND AFTER HE TROTS HOME FROM LOCAL COFFEE SHOP/BARISTA PRISON, HE SHITS ONTO A KEYBOARD AND PRESSES SUBMIT. THE POSTING LIFE OF BREANDLE.
horses trot when they walk fast/jog. trot is a command that horse people use to make their horses do what they want. people can’t trot, it is a term reserved specifically for horses. That’s a bit selfish of the horses, hogging a whole word all to themselves. Though there are words that only apply to humans i suppose…
she dance the fox trot, but never a proper waltz. i tried to get her to dance the tango with me, once. that was a mistake. but she’d fox trot all night long without complaints. at the dances i always think about her and wonder what ever happened to her, and if she ever managed to learn another dance.
I trot down the road with my horse named sue. As we trot, we meet a troll. Sure begins to reason with the troll so that we may pass peacefully. Trotting with Sue is very handy.
The horse began to trot about the yard, it’s muscles rippling underneath the chestnut coat. Gleaming sunbeams danced through his mane and the amazing girl atop glanced at me.
Trot is a word that sounds like the sound it means. We only think of this word in conjunction with horses. It’s overused for people.
one word
that is all the is needed to be said
one word of joy
of sadness
trot i dont know what trot means but i know in korea we had something called trot which was some kind of weird music my parents listened to it sounds really weird theres a guy that has a reallly really deep voice and the trot songs he sings are really cheezy and i dont usually listen to it but sometimes my parents listen to it in the car and im just like ahhhhhh please turn it off although i pretend i dont like it its not that bad.
trot? like horses tort?
that’s very historical romance for you.
trot rhymes with rot?
i should make you a poem about it
the horses like to trot
their manure likes to rot
and thats all i got!
The horse was trottling wildly in the country road. Emily was about to deliver our fifth child and i wanted, NEEDED to be there at her side, holding her hand, caressing her fohead, conforting her and celebrating the miracle of a new life.
dappled pony with hair on the neck tied off in small bulbous knots, and a slap happy wide ass with dotted fur and pinto beans trotting alongside my lane in the river rock road.
when i think of trot i think of a fish. maybe it’s because of a trout. i do not know. i think a trot is a type of walk, like a swagger. yeah.. atleast thats what I think. (my writing is messy cause i’m writing quickly) anyways, I think horses trot, that sounds reasonable, does it now? I’m weird. lol, hop[e you liked this thingy. loveloveloveyou.
The horse settled down, sweating from it’s long hard run. I, on the other hand, was still feverishly panicky, looking back over my shoulder, sondering if it had really happened at all. As we trotted to a stop, I almost lid off the slippery sweaty skin of my trusty steed.
Riding a horse can be a pleasurable experience. Horses move at different speeds, one of them being the trot. A trot is to horses like a jog to humans.
there was a horse trotting down the road. the trotting horse had a person on the back going on a joy ride. The horse trotted for five minutes and then stopped trotting
Hon struttade fram, som en stolt tupp. Han stod inte ut med att se det.
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I didnt know what the hell a trot was because English isn’t my first language, buuut it’s the trot of a horse?? What the heck? Who cares how a horse is trotting? I still dont know exactly what it is.. Oh well! Time’s up!
I am walking fast down the road. I am following the horse. I am not alone. THis is more than the usual horse. This is the discovery of a new road home. Something is telling what I never dared hear before. I break into a run.
he trotted along at a slow pace, wishing that his legs were longer, so that he could sprint ahead of the other boys and fly…
I trotted down the sidewalk to the park, thinking about my..issues. *sighs* It’s so hard lately to smile and put one foot in front of the other. Is there any relief? Anywhere at all? I mean…. I just want to be happy again. Happy…. It goes away so quickly….
what is trotting anyway? i know horses do it, but can humans do it? and if not what animals can? can birds do? i suspect fish cant.
i think about horses when i see this word. i think about their feet and all the mud on them. i wish i had a farm where i could actually have horses and all the animals i wanted. the house i could get is on 2 acres but my mom doesnt like it and she wont let me get it. i might go ahead and get it anyway because i want to live out in the country.
the horse trotted across the field.
too hot too trot my lips on on the dot. dotted lines to the papers i sign, my life away, everyday. never young again growing older every minute. save this life and keep on going. stronger. trot on longer. now go.
what the heck never even heard about that stuff but my first thought would be something gooey(?)
He made the horse trot,
as he sat and thought
about the things he bought,
and the things which he still sought.
He was stuck because his heart was caught
between two different things
and though he had to choose just one
Both caused his heart to sing.
i trot. then i don’t know what happen next…
honestly i don’t know what trot is, luckily with google under 60 second i can define what it means. only needed 3 second with my lightning fast typing to search that majestic engine. just type ‘define:trot’ voila, magic of the internet.
i wonder how many people cheating this web. under 60 second? nonsense. even if the time runs out, i can still type anything i want. i’m high righ now, with happy five and some acids. i can’t think but my intuitive sense can still guide my finger on the keyboard.
ok now back to the ‘trot’ word. what happen next is i got bored. i sat then i meet her. lucy in the sky with diamonds materialized. i love her and married her, happy ending. just like what the most readers wanted to know in every story.
what’s up with happy ending? it sucks! i like open ending better. it makes my mind scrambling like firestorm thinking about the best and worst ending possible in a stories.
Trot.
The trot. An uncomfortable gait for someone inexperienced in riding.
But quite a reasonable one for the well acquainted horse-person.
I have no idea what trot is…
trot
people trot when they walk..horses trot and it makes a clapping noise
i like to trot on the beach. not really. what exact classifies a trot? does it have to be like a horse? cause if so i’m fucked, cause i only have 2 legs. oh well. i dont like running, and walking is pretty lame. boo to trotting.
the deer trot along at great pace, to win the worlds last deer vs man race. too bad a hunter shot him in the face, that i guess was the only way to save the good name of mankind vs deer standards
Trot trot to Boston to buy a loaf of bread. Trot trot to Boston the horse dropped dead.
Trot. The horse can trot, I cannot. Frankly I think it’s a pretty stupid action for a human to take. TROTTING. Stupid. Unless you’re a horse. Of course.
As i trot down, slippery slopes cause my feet to make a sound. as my boots hit the ground, i turn back around, to see what i have trotting away. what a day.
I keep getting trot, I kind of want to write about something else. Horses trot through fields of green. Trot rhymes with rot, which we all rot. All living matter can trot and rot together forever. Trot away horses, before time catches you. Because it will eventually, no matter how fast you are.
It’s the morning, time for writers to get up and tapping. Playing on keys, making music with words. Traveling roads never traveled, trotting merrily to the beat of the mind.
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BREANDLE CAN TROT. HE TROTS REAL GOOD. AND AFTER HE TROTS HOME FROM LOCAL COFFEE SHOP/BARISTA PRISON, HE SHITS ONTO A KEYBOARD AND PRESSES SUBMIT. THE POSTING LIFE OF BREANDLE.
horses trot when they walk fast/jog. trot is a command that horse people use to make their horses do what they want. people can’t trot, it is a term reserved specifically for horses. That’s a bit selfish of the horses, hogging a whole word all to themselves. Though there are words that only apply to humans i suppose…
I funny word