Sex Dwarf
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
I could make a film and make you my star
You'd be a natural the way you are
I would like you on a long black leash
I would parade you down the high street
You've got the attraction, you've got the pulling power
Walk my little doggy, walk my little sex dwarf
we could make a scene
We'd be a team
Making the headlines sound like a dream
When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside
We will take them for a ride of rides
They all love your minature ways
You know what they say about small boys
Yeah
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Aaah...
I'm in my jaguar
Look it's so huge
It's big and gold with my dumb chauffeur
Looking to procure
Run little doggy, lure a disco dolly
Run my little sex dwarf, I feel so lonely
Get my little camera, take a pretty picture
Sex dwarf
In a gold rolls
Making it with the dumb chauffeur
Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Yeah
Mmmmm... aah...
We could make an outfit for my little sex dwarf
To match my gold rolls and my dumb chauffeur
We look so good, we'll knock 'em cold
Knocking 'em cold, in black and gold
We can have playtime in my playroom
Disco dollies, my sex dwarf
And my dumb chauffeur
Yeah
I would like you on a long black leash
You can bring me all the things I need
Sex dwarf
Isn't it nice
Luring disco dollies to a life of vice
Yes!
Sex dwarf
Sex dwarf
Ah ah
Sex dwarf
Oohh... sex dwarf
Hahahaha
song performed by by Scooter
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Little Comfortable
The prepared bed
The warm food
The fresh cloth
Man sometimes doesn’t realize
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that helps in daily life
The tidy room
The clean toilet
The washed dishes
Man sometimes doesn’t remember
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that makes those comfort
The welcome greet
The opened door
The safe night
Man sometimes doesn’t appreciate
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that keeps in watch
The quiet listener
The secret keeper
The pathfinder
Man sometimes doesn’t regard
There’s a ‘dwarf’ that gives those comfort
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A dwarf who brings a standard along with him to measure his own size, take my word, is a dwarf in more articles than one.
quote by Laurence Sterne
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Neanthe Bella
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf,
Beautiful from birth.
Glorious woman in green.
Fan dancer,
Seductress,
Wild,
Exotic,
Mysterious,
And unique.
Neanthe bella, beautiful dwarf,
Unlike,
All others.
Delicate,
Fragile,
So feminine.
Never aging,
Always,
Shy,
Reserved,
A queen,
Among the rest.
Though,
Small,
And meek,
Thine beauty is,
Beyond compare.
Neanthe Bella, beautiful dwarf.
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Beauty is within the scale
A woman with dark skin still appeals
If she is in the region where all are dark.
So does a dwarf one among the dwarf
The background is pre-drawn in your mind
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dragon and Dwarf
The dwarf is a fit man, always in slaughter of his soul,
Many gifts are driven in his path, like eating a casserole
And dividing the bodies in two on the battlefield,
More like crucifying a little giant who appealed.
A dwarf may travel on the back of a dragon
To slay a man half-alive, and then to abandon
The dragon. The fearsome one, who lies and dies
In the full sun, the heat is immense.
We also are human, but you may be so.
Maybe, the dragon is not small, but you are aglow,
Like a candle that finishes and bursts into flames,
With enemies, with foes of hunger, and the claims
Of regenerating are rare: you need magic of funny fire
To regrow and double in some full attire.
I guess a dwarf does not need this fun,
More humans shall win and lose their abdomen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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No regret, however you are.
Are you dark? No regret!
The White will never resist you.
Are you a plump? Not to worry!
Steel frame prefers the fatty.
Are you a timid? No anxiety!
Tyrants want such personalities.
Are you a stupid? No remorse!
The clever will find in you recluse.
Are you a rustic? No shyness.
Peasants afford not extravagance.
Are you a dwarf? It is common
that a tall one found a match in a dwarf.
No woman goes without a match
21.07.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dwarf
The river of crocodiles,
In the land of mangoes! !
Waterfall,
Economic,
City life,
The Holy water!
In love,
With love,
Earth,
Wind,
Fire! !
In the Island of explisive mountains;
And, of the victims.
Wharf, dwarf, scarf! !
And like a greed bastard and an old evil dwarf;
But, we need love than hatred on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Karen
Disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees,
And with the seeds and tools to march on to my farm;
But, how could you not get enough of my love?
The doorbells rang as i was carrying my bags to the front door,
There i met Karen without having a second thought!
But don't be disillusioned with the dwarf fruit trees around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dwarfs Play tricks
Who is the dwarf?
Jumping jumping dwarf
Who is there playing tricks
but I will not be got on the hooks
The bitch is deeply entrenched in his heart
Oh how can I help
How can I help
My pet is looking at me directly
Uphold his dear little head
I kiss, kiss, kiss....
Kiss you my dear petty
poem by Yihuai Ying
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Rumpelstiltskin
Inside many of us
is a small old man
who wants to get out.
No bigger than a two-year-old
whom you'd call lamb chop
yet this one is old and malformed.
His head is okay
but the rest of him wasn't Sanforized?
He is a monster of despair.
He is all decay.
He speaks up as tiny as an earphone
with Truman's asexual voice:
I am your dwarf.
I am the enemy within.
I am the boss of your dreams.
No. I am not the law in your mind,
the grandfather of watchfulness.
I am the law of your members,
the kindred of blackness and impulse.
See. Your hand shakes.
It is not palsy or booze.
It is your Doppelganger
trying to get out.
Beware . . . Beware . . .
There once was a miller
with a daughter as lovely as a grape.
He told the king that she could
spin gold out of common straw.
The king summoned the girl
and locked her in a room full of straw
and told her to spin it into gold
or she would die like a criminal.
Poor grape with no one to pick.
Luscious and round and sleek.
Poor thing.
To die and never see Brooklyn.
She wept,
of course, huge aquamarine tears.
The door opened and in popped a dwarf.
He was as ugly as a wart.
Little thing, what are you? she cried.
With his tiny no-sex voice he replied:
I am a dwarf.
I have been exhibited on Bond Street
and no child will ever call me Papa.
I have no private life.
If I'm in my cups the whole town knows by breakfast
and no child will ever call me Papa
I am eighteen inches high.
I am no bigger than a partridge.
I am your evil eye
and no child will ever call me Papa.
Stop this Papa foolishness,
she cried. Can you perhaps
spin straw into gold?
Yes indeed, he said,
that I can do.
He spun the straw into gold
and she gave him her necklace
as a small reward.
When the king saw what she had done
he put her in a bigger room of straw
and threatened death once more.
Again she cried.
Again the dwarf came.
Again he spun the straw into gold.
She gave him her ring
as a small reward.
The king put her in an even bigger room
but this time he promised
to marry her if she succeeded.
Again she cried.
Again the dwarf came.
But she had nothing to give him.
Without a reward the dwarf would not spin.
He was on the scent of something bigger.
He was a regular bird dog.
Give me your first-born
and I will spin.
She thought: Piffle!
He is a silly little man.
And so she agreed.
So he did the trick.
Gold as good as Fort Knox.
The king married her
and within a year
a son was born.
He was like most new babies,
as ugly as an artichoke
but the queen thought him in pearl.
She gave him her dumb lactation,
delicate, trembling, hidden,
warm, etc.
And then the dwarf appeared
to claim his prize.
Indeed! I have become a papa!
cried the little man.
She offered him all the kingdom
but he wanted only this -
a living thing
to call his own.
And being mortal
who can blame him?
The queen cried two pails of sea water.
She was as persistent
as a Jehovah's Witness.
And the dwarf took pity.
He said: I will give you
three days to guess my name
and if you cannot do it
I will collect your child.
The queen sent messengers
throughout the land to find names
of the most unusual sort.
When he appeared the next day
she asked: Melchior?
Balthazar?
But each time the dwarf replied:
No! No! That's not my name.
The next day she asked:
Spindleshanks? Spiderlegs?
But it was still no-no.
On the third day the messenger
came back with a strange story.
He told her:
As I came around the corner of the wood
where the fox says good night to the hare
I saw a little house with a fire
burning in front of it.
Around that fire a ridiculous little man
was leaping on one leg and singing:
Today I bake.
Tomorrow I brew my beer.
The next day the queen's only child will be mine.
Not even the census taker knows
that Rumpelstiltskin is my name . . .
The queen was delighted.
She had the name!
Her breath blew bubbles.
When the dwarf returned
she called out:
Is your name by any chance Rumpelstiltskin?
He cried: The devil told you that!
He stamped his right foot into the ground
and sank in up to his waist.
Then he tore himself in two.
Somewhat like a split broiler.
He laid his two sides down on the floor,
one part soft as a woman,
one part a barbed hook,
one part papa,
one part Doppelganger.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Averment of truth
Don’t say that one is black that one is though.
Don’t say that one is dwarf that one is though.
Say that one is fair or flair though one isn’t.
Averment of truth will not earn you friends.
06.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Summer’s Dream
To the sagging wharf
few ships could come.
The population numbered
two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,
a gentle storekeeper
asleep behind his counter,
and our kind landlady—
the dwarf was her dressmaker.
The idiot could be beguiled
by picking blackberries,
but then threw them away.
The shrunken seamstress smiled.
By the sea, lying
blue as a mackerel,
our boarding house was streaked
as though it had been crying.
Extraordinary geraniums
crowded the front windows,
the floors glittered with
assorted linoleums.
Every night we listened
for a horned owl.
In the horned lamp flame,
the wallpaper glistened.
The giant with the stammer
was the landlady’s son,
grumbling on the stairs
over an old grammar.
He was morose,
but she was cheerful.
The bedroom was cold,
the feather bed close.
We were awakened in the dark by
the somnambulist brook
nearing the sea,
still dreaming audibly.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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A white rope and a dwarf
china, taiwan
buffalo and calf
chained, pulled
by a white rope
worked on by a dwarf's sons
beef fed bigger, smarter
the emperor's sons
sit on nails
five thousand year old
divine nail chairs
that fueled revolutions
mental, spiritual, power
invasions, conquests
the calf runs adrift
lost in neighbourhood
become centre of stakes
a world divided
with the Chinese divides
sons of emperors
still pulled by
a white rope and
dwarf's smart descendents
plagued, played,
arousing a warring spirit
a 5,000 year old warring spirit
fueled by a middle kingdom
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mountain's melodious murmur
A dwarf
Am I
Beneath the transparent sky?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Your Disco Needs You
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Desperately seeking someone willing to travel
Youre lost in conversation and useless at scrabble
Happiness will never last darkness comes to kick your ass
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit
The whole world should be moving do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Were sold on vanity but thats so see through (see through)
Take your body to the floor, your disco needs you
From soho to singapore, from the mainlands to the shore
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit, youre a slave to the rhythm do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit, the whole world should be moving do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco..
Needs... you!
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Only Good Thing Is Love
only good is love,
Something you can have
Whether your age is below or above
It goes even to the smallest dwarf
Though at times it is rough
Who would ever stop to laugh?
With it everything is enough
Try it and get a half
Your life folds like a scarf!
poem by Iyamuremye Wilfred
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Can't Dance To Disco
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco
I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show
Why can't she see?
It's so sad, she always sees the good side
Life sucks when you're lying on the inside
She's so sweet she covers me with honey
Why can't she see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo
Hit the floor, chewing on the lino
I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo
Why can't you see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suit and gigolos
Oh I hate those disco kings
Silk shirts and signet rings
Oh I hate those greasy kings
Cuban heels and rubber skins
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
Disco!
I can't live for disco!
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
song performed by by Feeder
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Where talent is a dwarf, self-esteem is a giant.
quote by J. Petit-Senn
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Never use a dwarf to measure the depth of the water.
Binary Star Brown Dwarf
“wisdom dictates
classified files
ultra death seals
are not played
out in public arena”
trump disclosure
is brown dwarf
Marduk course
is magnetic pole
migration
poles shift
symptoms
associated
brown dwarf
sun binary star
nearing
center of
our solar
system...
for once
in 3600-year
orbit
around
our sun
binary stars
are often
detected optically
visual binaries
many visual binaries
have long orbital
periods
of several
centuries
or millennia
therefore
have orbits
which are
uncertain
poorly
understood
according to NASA
over 80%
of all solar systems
have multiple suns
multiple sun norms
multiple suns
are solid rule
not an exception
is it possible
we on earth live
in a binary
solar system
with two suns
long orbit lost?
If our known sun
is a binary star
why will NASA
not tell uninformed world
governments make no
disclosure confirmation?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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