There she goes. Going like a boll weevil in a cotton patch.

Vine

Hollywood and Vine!

River Gulch Hollywood and Vine!

Joseph is a fruitful vine, a fruitful vine by a spring. His branches run over the wall.

We can build a better vine.

Son of man, what is the vine tree more than any tree, the vine branch which is among the trees of the forest?

Because the grapes have their roots in the vine,

For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, of the fields of Gomorrah. Their grapes are grapes of gall, Their clusters are bitter.

For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and of the fields of Gomorrah their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter

And We caused to grow over him a gourd vine .

And We caused to grow over him a gourd vine .

Binding his foal to the vine, his donkey's colt to the choice vine he has washed his garments in wine, his robes in the blood of grapes.

Yet I had planted you a noble vine, wholly a right seed. How then have you turned into the degenerate branches of a foreign vine to me?

Yet I had planted thee a noble vine, wholly a right seed how then art thou turned into the degenerate plant of a strange vine unto me?

Black orchid. Black orchid?

The trees said to the vine, 'Come and reign over us.'

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the farmer.

I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman.

Binding his foal unto the vine, and his ass's colt unto the choice vine he washed his garments in wine, and his clothes in the blood of grapes

Black brother! Black brother, hell!

Black slaveholders Some slaveholders were black or had some black ancestry.

The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry hearted sigh.

The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.

Snap black to white, others to black

Then said the trees unto the vine, Come thou, and reign over us.

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Black

Black?

Black.

The perpetrators black men the victims black men.

They shall lament for the teats, for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vine.

Siddhartha said. my limbs became like the jointed segments of vine or bamboo stems.

Sure there's no more life in him than a potato vine after a frost.

It grew, and became a spreading vine of low stature, whose branches turned toward him, and its roots were under him so it became a vine, and brought forth branches, and shot forth sprigs.

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