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screwed blued and tattooed By Sherrilyn Kenyon

Little strokes fell great oaks. By Benjamin Franklin

Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl. By Van Morrison

Going into the woods, is going home By John Muir

Jolly boating weather,And a hay harvest breeze,Blade on the feather,Shade off the trees. By William Johnson Cory

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make. By William Shakespeare

I like to go for cinches. I like to shoot fish in a barrel. But I like to do it after the water has run out. By Warren Buffett

What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun? By Suzanne Brockmann

shadows among the trees. By Erin Hunter

A hunter of shadows, himself a shade. By Homer

Albert tin. Why're By Anne Tyler

There's no taking trout with dry breeches. By Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra

of grass, watching the By Diana Gabaldon

Her eyes brown in places that brown could only dream of reaching. By Michael Robotham

Renfield, my ass. What I had on my hands was a Van Helsing. By Jordan Castillo Price

Hey gunslinger... nice shot. By James O'barr

The razorous shoulder blades sawing under the pale skin. By Cormac Mccarthy

the pale hand of an enormous albino with long white hair. By Dan Brown

Whats up home skillet, biscuit. By Ali Cooper

When does a bush that burns become a Burning Bush? By Louise Penny

and for the first time in months or years the gunslinger could see real, living green. Grass, By Stephen King

Timothy, are you still black? By Theodore Taylor

A flame in the dark By Richelle Mead

Draft beer, not people. By Bob Dylan

Summer grasses,All that remainsOf soldiers' dreams By Matsuo Basho

What do you call a rifle with three barrels?A trifle. By Joseph Rosenbloom

Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes. By Andre Alexis

One pounding coffeebeans in a buckskin with a rock while the others stared into the fire with eyes as black as gunbores. By Cormac Mccarthy

Fenwick, sitting down to By Laura Lippman

The Gatlings at Santiago. By Theodore Roosevelt

grilled out, Sam Adams in hand, in the By Brian Mockenhaupt

When I was a little kid, of course, I was brown all summer. That's because I was free as a bird- nothing to do but catch bugs all day. By Roy Blount Jr.

Deerstalking would be a very fine sport if only the deer had guns. By W.s. Gilbert

Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers. By David Bowie

I shoot the same rifle I've shot since I killed my first deer with it when I was nine. By Boo Weekley

All's well so long-as you don't get shot in the hind end with a twenty gauge. By Lois Greiman

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes By Otis Redding

What's brown and sounds like a bell? DUNG! By Eric Idle

In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue eye of the violet looks. By John Greenleaf Whittier

The sun is rising, a rusty color, the color of old blood, and I'm so By Lauren Oliver

A baton of light across the bracken redeemed the reputation of the color brown with fiery reds and yellows. By Ian Mcewan

approaching Kyle. The Tangs By Elizabeth Lowell

Pale northern complexion that turned to burn at the drop of a sunbeam. By Frank Herbert

On a charcoal kiln a vine keeps climbing, while being burned to death. By Soseki Natsume

Worry ... is rust upon the blade. By Simon Hughes

There are two sides to a pancake. One is brown and fluffy; the other is burnt. By Bill Parcells

Oh, come on! Nobody's favorite color is BROWN! By Lee Blessing

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Greene wood makes a hott fire. By George Herbert

Who needs a handgun when you've got a semiautomatic? By Natalie Angier

Mellingey Stream By Winston Graham

Well, I'm glad we don't have to play in the shade. By Bobby Jones

Bloody bullocks, beggin' your pardon, gentlemen, but they'd take the wooden leg off a cripple to kindle a fire! By Alexander Kent

The August sun, God's blood-blister ... By Donald E. Westlake

smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage By Annabel Crabb

I've got a bit of Scottish Blood ... On my kitchen knife!! By Milton Jones

When I hear someone's in the civil rights business, I oil up my AR-25. By Michael Savage

Lucas's Colt .45 Gold Cup and Beretta 92F, and drove up By John Sandford

How fast does a zebra have to run before it looks gray. By Demetri Martin

The spreading tree. By Sue Monk Kidd

Cow - Tanith Low By Derek Landy

It never ends, the bruiseof being By Kevin Young

From now on I will make burning my aim, For I am like the candle: burning only makes me brighter. By Jalaluddin Rumi

It's dark and it's cold and I stoke the fire like a madman to keep warm. One By Erlend Loe

You're going to shoot me? Old pal? By James Dashner

The flies of some other summer darkening its windowsills. By William Trevor

of a musket ball embedded in his By Diana Gabaldon

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk? By Gerard Way

Mercer!" Charlie By Kym Brunner

Afrikander cattle. By Justin Cartwright

heat radiating off of his skin, coming By Yaa Gyasi

nocturnal purple. By Neil Gaiman

Hey, cowboy, what's happening? By Chris Crutcher

Slowly the red dawn broke over the endless plain of black grass that gradually turned to the famous Kentucky blue as the sun ironed out the shadows. By Ian Fleming

Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand? I'm going out to find my woman, caught her messing around with another man. By Jimi Hendrix

(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter's injuryLion, rifles and stupidity. By Beryl Markham

A flip dark chill winter bastard though dry By Anthony Burgess

I've gone out with my shotgun. This is hunting country out there. You better run. By Lou Reed

A burnt finger remember the fire. By Alice Walker

The air is hot, the atmosphere a bruise. By Jessie Burton

I'm pants at aiming. By Fredrik Backman

Brown, I say, deep brown. Like coffee without any milk. By David Levithan

Stock runnin' on the plains south of the Platte all the way By Louis L'amour

Bruises that are uglyAnd painfulAnd more than skin deep By Kim Holden

Summer comes over the hill like a hairy blanket. By Donna Jo Napoli

Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.Robert Burns By Robert Burns

American Sniper, By Marcus Luttrell

a madman's line of fire. By James Patterson

Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day. By Church Johnson

from the butt of the Colt at his waist. By E.c. Tubb

Delicious Pumpkin Loaf By Ann Sullivan

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss. By Philip James Bailey

An ugly blue- steeled Mauser leaped into his hand as his finger curled hungrily around its trigger. By Richard Sale

Dylan Quinn's knickers, By Rick Riordan

The smoke is a signal; it means the Salamander is coming. For she is a war-torn disaster, and her comfort is the gun. By R.r. Washburn

Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down By Peter Kay

the darkness of the summer slowly unfurling, never to be completely gone, but fading to become no more than a part of the life that surrounds it. By Georgia Blain

I'm an NRA-certified Expert Rifleman. By Andy Cohen

dangerous weapon By Okyere Bonna

Running like a bunny with his tail on fire. By Red Barber