My cup runneth over.
-- Old Testament
-- Psalm xxiii, 5
-- Old Testament
-- Psalm xxiii, 5
Related:
- Riches certainly make themselves wings.
-- Old Testament
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Proverbs xxiii,... - Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
-- Old Testament
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Psalm xxiii,... - If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
Old Testament -- Psalm cxxxvii,... - The wind passeth over it, and it is gone;
-- Old Testament
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Psalm ciii,... - He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the
still waters.
Old Testament -- Psalm xxiii,... - My bit bucket runneth
over..... - My twit file
runneth over... - My heart is fixed.
-- Old Testament
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Psalm lvii,... - My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
-- Old Testament
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Psalm xlv,...
From the same category:
- The above garble is brought to you
by me... - Your files are now being encrypted and thrown into
the bit bucket.... - It's one small step for <trip, stumble><*CRASH*>.
Dammit!!... - What strange things one gets nostalgic
about... - The chicken that clucks the loudest is the one most
likely to show up at the steam fitters' picnic...
