Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "His voice was jazz, the rough and gravel of it the burble of water over pebbles."

• His collection of substances that should not exist was stolen. The thieves then killed themselves 1000 times over.
• He had a prison of brass built in the hole, and then, when it was finished, he locked up his daughter
• Voice Carry Over
• My man was shot for his sheep coat
• It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
• I remember when it was me who made you want to take over the world and enslave humanity
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Water over road during rain
• if Gerry Stern were dead, he'd roll over in his grave
• Johnny Clueless was there, with his Simulated Wood-Grain
• Lightning Over Water
• Adam was a rough draft
• Voice over IP
• It is at that moment, I believe, that Sylvester finds his true voice
• Your words like warm water, his words like salt
• He stretched out his arms but she was not there
• The cult leader poured himself a drink and started on about his plans, and I wondered how the priest was getting on
• This was when I knew my childhood was over
• God Moving Over the Face of the Waters
• but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough
• I'm the only person who'd ever told him to his face he was beautiful.
• I knew it was over the moment I bought those shoes
• Bridge Over Troubled Water
• Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
• There was just the magic I'd brought and laid there over the years, piled up in the corners like twinkling dust bunnies
• Here lies one whose name was writ in water
• king over the water
• His love was enormous; it cleared rooms that desperately wanted to be full.
• pull the steel wool over his eyes
• In his voice I heard decay
• Let the earth hear his voice
• Kissing a man all over his face
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• When he was five, his father made him murder his imaginary friend.
• I was floating in the ocean of his eyes.
• When he was little, he laughed in his sleep.
• An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
• His version was better
• His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
• unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
• Endless waters rush over the falls' edge
• The sound of his voice
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• If over the hills was someplace new and forgotten
• The Colour Of His Voice
• Collecting a gas over water
• I wish when I closed a book I could set it on the shelf and know it was really over
• Our bodies pool and break like a moon over water.
• The victory of the echo over the voice
• Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
• I felt I was part of something, like a voice in a crowd or an island in a sea
• a voice like pebbles being shoved through a harmonica
• the last time I clobbered a human soul it was over a red-nosed girl and a schoolbook in County Derry
• The voice that said yes was mine.
• The Firestone dealership was full to the brim with cars. But I reasoned I would need a boat, since my desire was to go to Ireland. Just then a harsh reminder surfaced; water is expensive in hell.
• I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
• Shimmer over bridges like the river was a dream
• Lincoln still melancholy over his broken engagement, January 23, 1841
• It Was a Lover and His Lass
• As I looked back, he was reveling in his own feces
• He flops over and bonks his head
• decorative fish gravel
• gravel
• Under gravel filter
• gravel bucket
• Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
• gravel vacuum
• Driving a car on gravel
• gravel pit
• Southern children walk barefoot on gravel roads
• Mike Gravel
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 2
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter III
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 4
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 6
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 7
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter VIII
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 9
• Mike Gravel to the Edge of Panic: Chapter 10
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• his
• The Boy with the Thorn in His Side
• On His Blindness
• Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
• His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
• The General in his Labyrinth
• Spinning in his grave
• Why would a god let so many of his "flock" stray?
• He's dead, Jim. You grab his wallet, I'll grab his tricorder.
• too big for his britches
• His girlfriend
• The Fisherman and His Nets
• Captain Carrot and His Amazing Zoo Crew
• Touch the Hem of His Garment
• How Candide Found His Old Master Pangloss Again and What Happened to Him
• How the Old Woman Took Care Of Candide, and How He Found the Object of His Love
• How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
• Candide and His Valet Arrive in the Country of El Dorado--What They Saw There
• Atom and His Package
• This is Water
• The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
• The Ass and His Purchaser
• The Man and His Wife
• Oedipus-Schmedipus, as long as he loves his mother
• Spider-Man and his Amazing Friends
• A man with a tapeworm up his nose
• His Royal Highness
• If my roommate doesn't keep his hands off my shit, I'm gonna fuck him up
• To His Mistress Going to Bed
• Pascal on his deathbed
• If you look hard enough, you can see Satan and his works everywhere
• How the Camel Got His Hump
• How The Rhinoceros Got His Skin
• To His Coy Mistress
• A great big ugly man came up and tied his horse to me
• Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
• how Wiener found his way home
• If a geek.boy wrote poetry to his geek.girl
• An Irish Airman foresees his Death
• The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
• Innocent contact with his flesh
• Villanelle of Ye Young Poet's First Villanelle to his Ladye and Ye Difficulties
• Johnny Got His Gun
• Von Kempelen and his Discovery
• The Fisherman and his Soul
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 4
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 5
• Toward his impossible light
• God's in His Heaven, All's Right With the World
• His 'N' Hers
• My Uncle, on His 80th Birthday
• Bless his Heart
• The Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church
• the moile with the clocks in his window
• The Help moJoe find his Biological Mother Project
• Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
• Phosphor reading by His own Light
• up his own arse
• How Pac-Man got his name
• I saw his round mouth's crimson
• In the Springtime of His Voodoo
• Eli Whitney and his Patent
• Orpheus and his Twice Dead bride, Eurydice
• My brother is still dead... and now I have his car...
• A dude with an elbow for an ear and an eye stuck on his ass cheek
• I don't know where he gets his words but I like them
• his ability to be stubborn beyond comprehension
• Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
• The Gift, the Giver, the Rebel, the Thief, and the Stranger and his Glue
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• Forgetting his life away
• How many times has God twiddled his thumbs before he put vertebrates on the Earth?
• I went to visit his grave
• Edwin Found Jesus in His Big Baggy Jeans
• Jack, his Girlfriend, and the Two Black Eyes
• His Flames Are Joys
• And in His Brave Court
• The Old Man and His Big Toe
• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• his throbbing manhood
• His chocolate stained lips
• and then his words silenced my noisy thought
• The Little Boy and his Dogs
• To Each His Own
• Sokath, his eyes uncovered
• I cried in his arms
• To me he is a daisy and I keep trying to count his petals
• Requiem for What's His Name
• We decorated his van with crayons and fluorescent paints
• lawnjart spills his guts to the press
• His Toniness
• In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
• Tolkien Spinning in His Grave
• From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs
• God loves his children. Who's your daddy?
• His Desire
• Tribute by Senator Edward M. Kennedy to his Fallen Brother, Robert
• His Fraudulency
• A Boy and His Blob
• The shit that gets carried out in His name

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