Heaps of good cotton stocks get chopped up from association with the weeds.
African American proverbs
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A Poem For Myself
I was born in Mississippi;
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
Born black in Mississippi,
Walked barefooted thru the mud.
But, when I reached the age of twelve
I left that place for good.
My daddy chopped cotton
And he drank his liquor straight.
Said my daddy chopped cotton
And he drank his liquor straight.
When I left that Sunday morning
He was leaning on the barnyard gate.
Left my mama standing
With the sun shining in her eyes.
Left her standing in the yard
With the sun shining in her eyes.
And I headed North
As straight as the Wild Goose Flies,
I been to Detroit & Chicago
Been to New York city too.
I been to Detroit & Chicago
Been to New York city too.
Said I done strolled all those funky avenues
I'm still the same old black boy with the same old blues.
Going back to Mississippi
This time to stay for good
Going back to Mississippi
This time to stay for good-
Gonna be free in Mississippi
Or dead in the Mississippi mud.
poem by Etheridge Knight
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I had a few stocks, but stocks took a dive. I never sell my stocks.
quote by Mickey Gilley
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Cotton Fields
When i was a little bitty baby
My mama done rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
Let me tell you now well got me in a fix
I caught a nail in my tire doing lickitey splits
I had to walk a long long way to town
Came upon a nice old man well he had a hat on
Wait a minute mister can you give me some directions
I gonna want to be right off for home
Don't care if them cotton balls get rotten
When i got you baby, who needs cotton
In them old cotton fields back home
Brother only one thing more that's gonna warm you
A summer's day out in california
It's gonna be those cotton fields back home
It was back in louisiana
Just about a mile from texarkana
Give me them cotton fields
(it was back in louisiana)
Let me hear it for the cotton fields
(just about a mile from texarkana)
You know that there's just no place like home
Well boy it sure feels good to breathe the air back home
You shoulda seen their faces when they seen how i grown
In them old cotton fields back home
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The subsequent effects
I sold some stocks of a company
At a certain rate, after which
The price of the stocks rose the same day.
A bad decision, I thought.
The next day, the price fell lower
Than the rate I had sold at.
A good decision, I thought.
A decision turns good, bad and good
According to its subsequent effects.
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time and Leaves and Heaps
time runs
leaves fall
the ground is filled with heaps and heaps of them
the world too
is thickened by the leaves of time
heaps and heaps of what man once was
we bury all of them
time
leaves
heaps of leaves
so many times
we fall too like leaves
the world is thick of those like us
fair enough.
fair enough.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When stocks are attractive, you buy them. Sure, they can go lower. I've bought stocks at $12 that went to $2, but then they later went to $30. You just don't know when you can find the bottom.
quote by Peter Lynch
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Do not buy the hype from Wall St. and the press that stocks always go up. There are long periods when stocks do nothing and other investments are better.
quote by Jim Rogers
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First of all, whoever didn't want to be a member of this association or the other association, was branded, you know, like a dangerous individualist, you know, infected by the Western decadence, you know. So everybody joined.
quote by Milos Forman
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In the 1920s you could buy stocks on margin. You could put 10 percent down and borrow the rest against your stocks.
quote by Ron Chernow
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Song Of The South
Written by bob mcdill
Chorus
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There aint nobody looking back again.
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.
Sing it...
Chorus
Well somebody told us wall street fell
But we were so poor that we couldnt tell.
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But mr. roosevelts a gonna save us all.
Well momma got sick and daddy got down.
The county got the farm and they moved to town.
Pappa got a job with the tva
He bought a washing machine and then a chevrolet.
Sing it...
Chorus
Play it...
Sing it...
Chorus
Song, song of the south...
Gone, gone with the wind...
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Sing it...
Chorus 2x
song performed by by Alabama
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We typically hear numbers that there are 34 million households that are in stocks in some form. Well, I say that what's occurred is if you have a job in this country, you're in stocks.
quote by Jim Cramer
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The association promotes a way of life, not causes; a harmony in living, not political faiths; a bilateral loyalty, not commercial or social projects. Yet it is an association for as noble a purpose as any involved in any prior decisions.
quote by William O. Douglas
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If you look at the history of broadcasting, what you find is the National Association of Broadcasters is a trade association whose mission is to protect the interests of the commercial broadcasters.
quote by Robert McChesney
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Cotton Candy
You feel like a cotton glove?
A roaming of which my hands love.
Soft and smooth your skin
Outside and in
Sweet...
You smell of honey
Being harvest out of play
You become
A different flower
Each and every day
I slowly confess to you
My love...
As I walk gracefully
Upon your maze.
If a cotton thorn be found
I lovingly gaze
Which it is mentally...removed
A pure cotton body
To me you are
Not a flaw in sight.
I go on with my harvest
Through the night.
Dew upon the cotton
Sparkles of which are who?
Spun into candy...
I lovingly devour you.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Top Choice Steak
There is nothing wrong,
With someone acquiring a taste...
For chopped liver.
Smothered in olive oil,
And seasoned with carmelized onions.
I see nothing wrong with that at all.
Forked or finger pinched to nibble.
It's just the expectations of someone,
Assuming to consume me...
As a fantasy to feed on.
And whether or not they like what I've got...
I will be no one's chopped liver.
Especially when it took me too long,
To be recognized as top choice steak!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Her Candy Cotton Kiss
Her candy cotton kiss
Her taste so warm and wet
Her cotton candy lips
I'll never them forget
Her cotton candy kiss
Sends shivers down my spine
I tremble at her touch
With love and grace divine
poem by Bradley Lester
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On borrowings
Literature is materials
Stolen from the stocks stolen.
Wealth is materials
Robbed from the stores robbed.
Epics are materials
Of lies from the heaps of lies.
A life is a borrowed one
From the one borrowed in turn.
The world lives on borrowings.
Borrowings gather changes,
Which we call evolution.
19.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Cotton Fields
Chorus1:
When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle,
In them old cotton fields back home;
Chorus2:
It was down in louisiana,
Just about a mile from texarkana,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus3:
Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten
You cant pick very much cotton,
In them old cotton fields back home.
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
Chorus3
Chorus2
Chorus1
Chorus2
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Cotton Eyed Joe
Traditional
If it hadnt been for cotton-eye joe
Id been married long time ago
Where did you come from. where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?
(repeat)
He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so
Handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun
(repeat intro)
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men cause of cotton-eye joe
(repeat intro)
song performed by by Nina Simone
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My Snake-Kite rushes to fly in Summer breeze?
I chopped a Bamboo tree
by the river side
and made you beautiful
to flee?
Pasted the multicolored
Chinese fabric on your
light framework
and I have a magical
spun cotton thread
that could be stretched
up to heaven!
Go as much as you can
But do not hit the Sun?
Wag your simple rattling tail
and speak to the Venomous World
Your innocence & the chastity!
That you're harmless
As a lass!
[Consider the postage stamp; its usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.]-Josh Billings
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