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Who spits against the wind spits in his own face.
Defamatory
what you said
was too defamatory
you paid him money
to tell a lie
and he got the money
and told the lie
the lie becomes a snake
with sharp fangs
the fangs contained the venom
and now
it spits back at you
you may not be dead
but i know that you are numb
for more lies
you too has become the snake
that spits the venom
that has grown fangs
now so immune
you manufacture all the lies
in that snake pit
of yours
how can the gods explain
such existence as you?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Just as there's garbage that pollutes the Potomac river, there is garbage polluting our culture. We need an Environmental Protection Agency to clean it up.
quote by Patrick Buchanan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The stone that everybody spits upon will be wet at the last.
If somebody in the crowd spits at you, you've got to swallow it.
quote by Gary Lineker
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He who spits above himself will have it fall on his face.
He who spits up in the air will get it back on his beard.
He who spits towards the sky is spitting on his face.
Who spits against the wind, it falls in his face.
Who spits against heaven, it falls on his head.
I don't know if he throws a spitball but he sure spits on the ball.
quote by Casey Stengel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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He who spits in the air will have it fall back on his face.
Any Lifetime
Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
The poison that purifies you is water.
Unidentical Twins
Death and birth are one
One spits us into life
The other excretes us into eternity
Without one the other a disease.
poem by Kolawole Ajao
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For Richard
over chicken broth
the hero of his story
spits out its bones. - waste.
poem by Jacqui Thewless
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Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.
Carl Sandburg in New York Times (13 February 1959)
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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