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When I came to America Al Unser, Jr. was very difficult. And Bobby Unser.
quote by Emerson Fittipaldi
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Fiddlers dogs flesh flies come to feasts unca'd.
Yellow usually means it's not that serious.
quote by Bobby Unser
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Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, he didn't teach me everything he knows.
I feel honesty always works.
quote by Bobby Unser
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Success is where preparation and opportunity meet.
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Die Häfen Waren Geöffnet
Die Häfen waren geöffnet. Wir schifften uns ein,
die Segel voraus, den Traum über Bord,
Stahl an den Knien und Lachen um unsere Haare,
denn unsere Ruder trafen ins Meer, schneller als Gott.
Unsere Ruder schlugen die Schaufeln Gottes und teilten
die Flut;
vorne war Tag, und hinten blieben die Nächte,
oben war unser Stern, und unten versanken die andern,
draußen verstummte der Sturm, und drinnen wuchs unsre
Faust.
Erst als ein Regen entbrannte, lauschten wir wieder;
Speere stürzten herab und Engel traten hervor,
hefteten schwärzere Augen in unsere schwarzen.
Vernichtet standen wir da. Unser Wappen flog auf:
Ein Kreuz im Blut und ein größeres Schiff überm Herzen.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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I wouldn't mind meeting Eddie Van Halen. That would be great. We need to invite him to a race.
I tell all the rookies that come into our series and all the young drivers they can come ask me anything at any time, and we'll give them the straight shoot.
Gut, Dass Es Freunde Gibt
(power to all our friends)
Refr:-
Gut, dass es freunde gibt, und musik, die man nie vergisst
Gut ist alles, was jemand liebt, es ist gut, dass du bei mir bist
Da ist ein mann, der lebt fuer seine rosen
Sie sind das glueck fuer ihn, schoen, dass blumen bluehn
Und eine dame malt jeden tag ein bild
Nur aus freude dran, schoen, dass sie das kann
Und da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Da geht ein mann hinter seinem pflug
Er lebt von seiner erde, gut, dass sie ihn naehrt
Ein maedchen liegt am strand von monte carlo
Die sonne streichelt sie, schoen, dass sonne waermt
Denn da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Denn da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Gut ist alles, was jemand liebt, es ist gut, dass du bei mir bist
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
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At his own cost
Perfection sits on a heap of wastage.
Discipline sits on a pack of stresses.
Promptness sits on a sack of neglects.
One thus satisfies others at one’s cost.
20.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Fisherman
He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Desire! That's the one secret of every man's career. Not education. Not being born with hidden talents. Desire.
quote by Bobby Unser
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The only thing that's changed is the competitiveness of the series. It's only become harder to win in our series as the years have gone by. Competition breeds good things, and that's what's happened here.
I've got a great team of engineers behind this race car. I've got a great bunch of mechanics that make it reliable. This car is developed to go out there and be better than the Reynard, and I feel that it is.
Nobody remembers who finished second but the guy who finished second.
quote by Bobby Unser
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The Strength of Jesus
The strength of Jesus
Ties their hearts;
She sits by the gates of Heaven;
She sits by the weak and the lost;
She sits by her Jesus
Who is the lonely little boy,
And she visits the needy.
The strength of Jesus ties their hearts!
She sits by her because
Jesus shines
within the gates
of the city
Mar 25,2012
poem by TerriJo James
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A Casualty
The old man sits
On top of a brown
Battered suitcase
This now contains
All his belongings
I remember him
He was the toymaker
In our village
He was always a happy man
Now I see him
As we flee
The light has gone
From his eyes
There is fear there
That stops me cold
What does he know?
What has he seen?
He sits there
Waiting for his family
People pass by
Asking him
If he needs help
He says no
He is waiting for
His daughter to come
She went into the fields
To pick some sugar canes
That's when the soldiers
Set the fields on fire
Burning sugar
Caramel
Now pungent
But the first whiff was sweet
That's when the village
Began to burn
The old man sits
And waits for her
I wonder how long
He's been sitting there?
He looks to every face
And says her name
Every girl he stops
And examines to see
If it might be her
The old man sits
All alone.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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