He waded through the swamp looking for a way out
“Damn the warden and his crocodiles!” He yelled at his cell mate when they tried to stop him
He was singing a different tune when the log he tried to use for leverage turned around and gaped its spectacular maw in debellance
wading through the sewage, confronted with lifes constant abberations, like the humble grasshopper,hello jiminy,,ribit,,,you cant talk? ribbit,,,you are a cricket? no ,,,where is pinnochio I say,,,but in my heart of hearts I can see my wooden nose as clearly as the still beating heart of my closest victim,,,now heres tom with the weather,,all you need is love,,and anti-psychotics
To wade is to bring back nostalgic memories of childhood – seeing who could snort the most crack at the age of 6, racing to lose your pants at the age of 8 and kiss tag with teenagers whom had been infected with HIV at the age of 11. All children have these memories, but are simply to stupid to remember them. At best, a child is stupid until the age of 70 when they have the sense to move out of their parent’s house. The word orchid just sprung to mind, so I will shut up, but remember – if you drive faster, the person you would have hit wouldn’t have had a chance to cross the road yet and they won’t die unless a small ninja slits his own writs and performs gender relocation surgery on its victim. Ah – Peace at last. LUCINDA ROCKS (you morons!)
She crept up to the water’s edge. Her husband had already plunged in, doing a bit of a belly flop into the surf. She saw his trunks balloon out around his legs as they filled with water that seeped in from his waist band. She wanted to follow him and waded in a bit. She did everything she could to make him happy. At least she wanted to. But in time her resolve broke down and her personal misery crept to the surface again, and she couldn’t find a way around it, couldn’t find a way to imagine happiness.
Dwayne Wade was among the top athletes two years ago when his Miami Heat won the National Championship. However, since then the Heat have fallen off the radar and Wade has been hurt by injuries the last two seasons. However when I was wading in the hot springs the other day I saw Charles Barkely messing with the Wade.
In the cascade, you washed me and we waded to the shores of hospitality, with the sound of running water echoing through our brains, through our bodies, a continuous wave between our interlinked fingers, a wave above all the rest, a wave separate from all the rest.
It was in that moment, as the water crashed around us that I knew I would drown for you.
I waded through the water towards her. I knew what had happened but it wasn’t real to me yet. I picked her up and carried her towards the shore, where everyone else was waiting. There wasn’t a sound, everyone knew what the outcome was before we had even seen her body.
Wade. Water. Ocean. I’ve swum in the Gulf of Mexico three times, twice in Galveston, TX and once in Isla Mujeres, an island off of Cancun. The water is so beautiful and powerful. I love the waves and the sand. At Isla, the water was blue-green and perfect.
Wade walked down the street, wondering about his name. Wade. Wade through the swampy gook. What a weird, slow, ponderous word. Ponder. Ponder, ponder ponder. Bother bother bother. Bother.
I knew a guy once who’s last name was Wade. Kyle R Wade. I never heard his name said without that middle R. I mean just plain Kyle, yes. But never Kyle Wade. It was always Kyle R Wade.
So, I’d really like to go swimming today. My boyfriend has a pond, and I’d love to go over and “wade” in the lake. It’s really a lake, less of a pond. But, I don’t think his parent’s will allow me to come over this week because the other day he was caught in his boxers. Even though I was fully dressed
wade in the water. wade in the water children wade – eva cassidy. though she didnt write it obviously. I like wading in water like in rivers in whales. Im going to whales soon. i spelt it wrong. Wade in the water.
I decided to take a risk, wading into this water. It has never done me well before, and yet I thought things may have changed. It seemed safe at first, but now I feel the same currents pulling me away. The choice now is whether to let them continue to pull or call for help. And to make sure I never wade into these same waters again.
wade is some kind of anthropologist. he works in haiti. i don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s written tons of books about — anthropology.
Sometimes I like to wade into the water, wishing that it would take me away. And when it doesn’t, well, then I just have to go back to shore and hope I can drown some other time…
The water was deep enough for me to drown in it but all I could do was keep walking further out. My eyes were on the horizon in the distance and the sounds of laughter could be heard from behind. My back was to the people on the beach and it was obvious they didn’t care if I kept walking further into the water. No one would come out to save me.
wading around for the doctor in his office at the knee high section of the river where the fish run up stream to mate with other fish to drop a bunch of eggs so the fish can run down the stream out into the ocean and back up stream only to find out that the doctor isn’t seeing any more patience today. Wade to go doc, you just wasted half my day.
Wading through piles of shit i reached the end of the tunnel, where i was greeted by a pair of guns. They outraced me, damn. I tried to turn around, to ga back into the maze, but it was too late. He hit me with the barrel of his gun, and i was to the floor.
i don’t know what wade is. nor what this site is about. i don’t know the “wade” word because I’m italian and I’m crappy at english. Ok, i got more seconds i think
The dust was so thick it felt like wading through marshland, steps were so slow it was like dragging feet stuck beneath you. I couldnt see what was ahead, or where the dust came from, but I knew that there was something to find ahead – nothing this mysterious couldn’t be, right?
i ve been wading in the river todat and as i waded i felt something under my left foot, what could it be, it felt sharp but it wasnt a stone or a rock it was a…..
This word reminds me of the ocean. I didn’t see it much this year, and I miss it a lot. I’ll have to remember that after college I need to find a job on the coast, and not in some landlocked town surrounded by wheat instead of water.
He waded through the swamp looking for a way out
“Damn the warden and his crocodiles!” He yelled at his cell mate when they tried to stop him
He was singing a different tune when the log he tried to use for leverage turned around and gaped its spectacular maw in debellance
The water was filthy. He waded through them anyway, only to find there was no way he could cross the river without drowning.
wading through the sewage, confronted with lifes constant abberations, like the humble grasshopper,hello jiminy,,ribit,,,you cant talk? ribbit,,,you are a cricket? no ,,,where is pinnochio I say,,,but in my heart of hearts I can see my wooden nose as clearly as the still beating heart of my closest victim,,,now heres tom with the weather,,all you need is love,,and anti-psychotics
To wade is to bring back nostalgic memories of childhood – seeing who could snort the most crack at the age of 6, racing to lose your pants at the age of 8 and kiss tag with teenagers whom had been infected with HIV at the age of 11. All children have these memories, but are simply to stupid to remember them. At best, a child is stupid until the age of 70 when they have the sense to move out of their parent’s house. The word orchid just sprung to mind, so I will shut up, but remember – if you drive faster, the person you would have hit wouldn’t have had a chance to cross the road yet and they won’t die unless a small ninja slits his own writs and performs gender relocation surgery on its victim. Ah – Peace at last. LUCINDA ROCKS (you morons!)
She crept up to the water’s edge. Her husband had already plunged in, doing a bit of a belly flop into the surf. She saw his trunks balloon out around his legs as they filled with water that seeped in from his waist band. She wanted to follow him and waded in a bit. She did everything she could to make him happy. At least she wanted to. But in time her resolve broke down and her personal misery crept to the surface again, and she couldn’t find a way around it, couldn’t find a way to imagine happiness.
I want to wade in the waters. The waters of you. I want to be totally with you every moment.
I want to, I try to, but it doesn’t happen.
Dwayne Wade was among the top athletes two years ago when his Miami Heat won the National Championship. However, since then the Heat have fallen off the radar and Wade has been hurt by injuries the last two seasons. However when I was wading in the hot springs the other day I saw Charles Barkely messing with the Wade.
I want to wade into you.You are bliss my bliss.
Wade in the water,
Just remember to take your wallets out of your pockets.
A lost or soggy wallet will put a damper on your day.
Wade carefully.
to float and let the water take you where ever it wants you to go. just to glide without any heading or any idea of where you’re going.
In the cascade, you washed me and we waded to the shores of hospitality, with the sound of running water echoing through our brains, through our bodies, a continuous wave between our interlinked fingers, a wave above all the rest, a wave separate from all the rest.
It was in that moment, as the water crashed around us that I knew I would drown for you.
I waded through the water towards her. I knew what had happened but it wasn’t real to me yet. I picked her up and carried her towards the shore, where everyone else was waiting. There wasn’t a sound, everyone knew what the outcome was before we had even seen her body.
Ah, Wade Boggs. Goes down smooth.
Wade. Water. Ocean. I’ve swum in the Gulf of Mexico three times, twice in Galveston, TX and once in Isla Mujeres, an island off of Cancun. The water is so beautiful and powerful. I love the waves and the sand. At Isla, the water was blue-green and perfect.
Wade walked down the street, wondering about his name. Wade. Wade through the swampy gook. What a weird, slow, ponderous word. Ponder. Ponder, ponder ponder. Bother bother bother. Bother.
I knew a guy once who’s last name was Wade. Kyle R Wade. I never heard his name said without that middle R. I mean just plain Kyle, yes. But never Kyle Wade. It was always Kyle R Wade.
in creek waters
you were still a child
and barefooted you waded
and I waited
for you to come to lunch.
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wade avenue. i have never driven there. it’s kind of frightening.
So, I’d really like to go swimming today. My boyfriend has a pond, and I’d love to go over and “wade” in the lake. It’s really a lake, less of a pond. But, I don’t think his parent’s will allow me to come over this week because the other day he was caught in his boxers. Even though I was fully dressed
I lifted my feet up as I waded through the muddy muck. It squelched with each step, clinging to my feet like glue. It felt disgusting.
what does that mean? no clue what it means
wade in the water. wade in the water children wade – eva cassidy. though she didnt write it obviously. I like wading in water like in rivers in whales. Im going to whales soon. i spelt it wrong. Wade in the water.
I decided to take a risk, wading into this water. It has never done me well before, and yet I thought things may have changed. It seemed safe at first, but now I feel the same currents pulling me away. The choice now is whether to let them continue to pull or call for help. And to make sure I never wade into these same waters again.
wade is some kind of anthropologist. he works in haiti. i don’t know much about him other than the fact that he’s written tons of books about — anthropology.
water, the beach, the sand. Beautiful sights. I love it. Walking through the water, how fun, with people, no shoes. LOL.
Sometimes I like to wade into the water, wishing that it would take me away. And when it doesn’t, well, then I just have to go back to shore and hope I can drown some other time…
“Look,The person that made this Disney toy couldn’t even read English.It says’Wade in China’!”
The water was deep enough for me to drown in it but all I could do was keep walking further out. My eyes were on the horizon in the distance and the sounds of laughter could be heard from behind. My back was to the people on the beach and it was obvious they didn’t care if I kept walking further into the water. No one would come out to save me.
wading around for the doctor in his office at the knee high section of the river where the fish run up stream to mate with other fish to drop a bunch of eggs so the fish can run down the stream out into the ocean and back up stream only to find out that the doctor isn’t seeing any more patience today. Wade to go doc, you just wasted half my day.
Wading through piles of shit i reached the end of the tunnel, where i was greeted by a pair of guns. They outraced me, damn. I tried to turn around, to ga back into the maze, but it was too late. He hit me with the barrel of his gun, and i was to the floor.
I like to wade in the pond!
wading in a deep pool of darkness.. sipping the liquid into another dimension where nothing makes sense.
To wade through the ocean that is my life.
abreast we wade through swampy bottoms
in search of the fading sun
how can we not love
i don’t know what wade is. nor what this site is about. i don’t know the “wade” word because I’m italian and I’m crappy at english. Ok, i got more seconds i think
wading through doo doo while poo pooing propels me through punctuous places.
The dust was so thick it felt like wading through marshland, steps were so slow it was like dragging feet stuck beneath you. I couldnt see what was ahead, or where the dust came from, but I knew that there was something to find ahead – nothing this mysterious couldn’t be, right?
i ve been wading in the river todat and as i waded i felt something under my left foot, what could it be, it felt sharp but it wasnt a stone or a rock it was a…..
This word reminds me of the ocean. I didn’t see it much this year, and I miss it a lot. I’ll have to remember that after college I need to find a job on the coast, and not in some landlocked town surrounded by wheat instead of water.
I dont know what is a wade,
Even though I understand
Its meaning for many people
Its meaning for any of us
Looking for an answer
without knowing it was right there
now I know the true…