It is hard work to be the mother of many pigs.
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I Don't Wanna Work
Well i give it little care
Does anybody out there even know
I'm in here?
I just keep my movement going
Somewhere
Like playing in the background baby
Like playing in the background baby
I play the game
You play the way that most men would choose
I'm surprised at you
Way back in the middle of a broken down love affair
You and i found each other
And we fell in love
I ain't never met a man and woman get along better
Than you and i when get together
Still i say
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no
See the lady walking down the street
She's got on high heel shoes
And her hair full of curlers
She's got stiletto nails
And some black mascara
She's got a push up and a pick up
I tell you that girl's working overtime
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not if it makes me cry
No no no no no no
I don't wanna work
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work it if makes me cry
Spent last night
Talking to myself in bed
Wondering why i do this over
Over and over again
I don't know
I, i, i, i don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work that hard
Not when it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work it it makes me cry
I don't wanna work that hard
I don't wanna work not that hard
I don't wanna work if it makes me cry
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Pigs and the Charcoal-burner
The old Pig said to the little pigs,
'In the forest is truffles and mast,
Follow me then, all ye little pigs,
Follow me fast!'
The Charcoal-burner sat in the shade
With his chin oil his thumb,
And saw the big Pig and the little pigs
Chuffling come.
He watched 'neath a green and giant bough,
And the pigs in the ground
Made a wonderful grisling and gruzzling
And greedy sound.
And when, full-fed, they were gone, and Night
Walked her starry ways,
He stared with his cheeks in his hands
At his sullen blaze.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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For My Rie
I sit beside you while your sleeping
Wanting to give you everything in the world.
every promise never wanting to be broken.
I pray im smart enough to teach you the right ways
smart enough to let you find out the hard ways
Out of eveyone in my life you are the most important one
i do not want to fail.
I want to do good in life to show you, you can do it also
when you lookk back i want to to see you have a strong mother
a hard working mother
a caring mother
a mother who has had to work for everything she has recieved
most of i want to be the most understanding and loving mother of all
ill be there for you through everything.
no questions asked
you are true love
everything that mattes to me
poem by Ashley Joyce Forbus
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I shall not ever return to you, my pigs, because, at worst, to die valorously is better than to sleep out one's youth in the sun. A man has but one life. It is his all. Therefore I now depart from you, my
pigs, to win me a fine wife and much wealth and leisure wherein to discharge my geas. And when my geas is lifted I shall not come back to you, my pigs, but I shall travel everywhither, and into the last limits of earth, so that I may see the ends of this world and may judge them while my life endures. For after that, they say, I judge not, but am judged: and a man whose life has gone out of him, my pigs, is not even good bacon.
quote by James Branch Cabell
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
song performed by by Ministry
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I Will Have To Work Hard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
This world is a mischief, full of hazards
I can not sleep, i may not be in the womb
A dream is nourishing, smoldering like a bomb
People are racing towards a dark cave
This dream is heady, but not a dupe slave
An eye in a dream or a dream in an eye
Hatched in black, exploring a blue sky
It is still tidy, doesn't need any nard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
It is clean, It is holy
empowered by God
It's soul is almighty with healthy bod
A long way to go, a long way to go
Wings are mature, now ground is below
never weary, never desire a bard
I will have to work hard
I will have to work hard
poem by Mayur Gupta
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Mother of Mee
My Mother takes care of me when I was little
Pamper me too much
Never want anyone to take me for granted
Watches my little ass when I was little
Carried me on her back
Take me out to places
Work hard for my up bringing
Till when I reached the 16th age
I never care I have a mother
I stay out their till midnight
Never think if I have a home
I have forgotten;
when I use to cry if mother don’t stay behind me
when I don’t allow people to carry me but mother alone
when I want to go wherever mother want to go
I have forgotten……
Mother query’s me of all these
Tells me she love me more than the way I love myself
How are u doing to ur Mother? Tell somebody……
poem by Sulaimon Afolabi Banjoko
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Mother day
My mother poem
Created by: Rong Lin
My dearest mother
You are far away from me
I was close to you
You are in my heart
I couldn’t be here without you
I will thank you so much
You make my life goes good
You are my angel
You kept my life go easy
I knew your hard work
I feel miserable
I feel tearful
Thank you mother
I love my mother so much
Mother I know you do so much things for us
We never ever forget about that
We will keep it in mind forever
We want you to have a great mother day
I love you my mom
Mother Mother Mother
How you cared for us. Don't keep away from us.I won't surive without you/ Mother Mother Mother Your eyes show me the way. When I fall on my way. You lend me a hand to carry on. Mother Mother Mother You had a very hard life. But you gave your baby your own bread from your own mouth. When she feels hungry. Mother Mother Mother If I pass though this word. I wouldn't find you anywhere. Your sweet smile makes me happy. Mother Mother Mother My love for you will go on forever. I love you my Mother Mother Mother forever and ever. written 6/23/08 Posted 10/27/08 In the memory of my mother Esther Ferber Klayton
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
poem by Prakash Joshi
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Work work
Work work and hard work
There is no substitute of hard work
Only by hard work you can earn money
And money is not a thing to believe
Money fetches good food
Virility beautiful wife and charity
And all above have no eternity.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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My mother's love is forever 2
A mother loves. A mother cares. A mother's work is never done. A mother will work from sun to sun. And if you are good. she will love you forever. That's what mother love is made of. Written 1/18/08 Posted 2/25/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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My mother's love is forever
A mother loves. A mother cares. A mother's work is never done. A mother will work from sun to sun. And if you are good. she will love you forever. That's what mother love is made of. Written 1/18/08 Posted 2/25/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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My mother's Love forever
A mother loves. A mother cares. A mother's work is never done. A mother will work from sun to sun. And if you are good. she will love you forever. That's what mother love is made of. Written 1/18/08 Posted 2/25/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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My mother's Love
A mother loves. A mother cares. A mother's work is never done. A mother will work from sun to sun. And if you are good. she will love you forever. That's what mother love is made of. Written 1/18/08 Posted 2/25/08
poem by Susie Sunshine
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Where Has My Mother Gone?
Where has my mother gone? I haven't heard from her,
no letters and no phone calls,
When autumn winds begin to blow,
I think of her even more,
I held my mother's hands,
Warm, hard, tight, hard working hands.
On a windy night, I was scared and lonely.
My mother held me tightly, and we slept together,
More than anyone else, my mother prayed
For my complete happiness.
I saw her a year ago, sleeping so soundly.
Couldn't bear to wake her, I kissed her.
I hope you live long-----long, I want to see you again.
I stared at my mother's face,
Her face reflecting a hard, hard life,
I called mother! Mother!
There is no answer, only an echo from far away
Where has my mother gone?
Cold, Cold, Autumn winds.
poem by Fusayo Butko
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Mother In Law
(a. toussaint)
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
The worst person I know
Mother in law, mother in law
She worries me so
Mother in law, mother in law
If she leaves us alone
We could have a happy home
Sent from down below
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Satan should be her name
Mother in law, mother in law
To me theyre about the same
Mother in law, mother in law
Everytime I open my mouth
Steps in trying to put me out
How could you stood so low
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law
Come home with my pay
Mother in law, mother in law
She asks me what I made
Mother in law, mother in law
She thinks her advice is a contribution
If she would leave that would be the solution
Dont come back no more
Mother in law, mother in law
Mother in law, mother in law....
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Rondeau
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
Leeks, and cabbage three days old,
Smoked meat, as hard and black as coal;
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold.
Twenty eating from one bowl,
A bitter drink -it's beer, I'm told-
Bad sleep on a straw in some filthy hole,
Fleas, stink, pigs, mold,
The gist of the Bohemian soul,
Bread and salted fish and cold.
poem by Eustache Deschamps
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Out Of Work
8 a.m. Im up and my feet beating on the sidewalk
Down at the unemployment agency, all I get is talk
I check the want ads but there just aint nobody hiring
Whats a man supposed to do when hes down and hes
Out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
I go to pick my girl up
Her name is linda brown
Her dad invites me in
He tells me to sit down
The small talk that were making
Is going pretty smooth
But then he drops a bomb
Son, what dya do ?
Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Hey mr president I know you got your plans
Youre doing all you can now to aid the little man
We got to do our best to whip that inflation down
Maybe you got a job for me just driving you around
Im out of work
These hard times, theyre enough
To make a man lose his mind
Im out of work
Up there you got a job but down here below
Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im unemployed, Im out of work
I need a job, Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
Im out of work
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Special Lady
I know everybody likes to think they have the best mother,
but they're wrong
the best mother in the world is my mum,
I swear to you my mother is the best mother,
but why should you take my word for it, ask my sister or my brother,
When I was young and I was feeling helpless because I was sick,
She would come to the rescue with some soup and rub on some vicks,
I swear By Allah I love my Mother,
Shes the only one who would stick by me and never surrender,
When people said I couldn't, she said I could,
and when I got hurt, she would cry so much my living room would flood,
Masha'Allah I have the best mother,
And as long as I'm breathing I want to do everything in my power,
to make sure she never suffers,
because she did everything she could to see me smile and prosper,
even when she had a bloody hard day at work,
she would come in, smile and say 'What would you like to eat love? '
I love my mother, I never want to see another tear fall from her eyes,
And they say at her feet lies paradise,
so with my foolish ways, I'm sorry if I ever hurt her,
and I want to see her smile forever,
I can be annoying but I can never bug her,
that's why next time I see her I'm going to squeeze and hug her,
I love all mothers,
because like my mother is a mother to you,
your mother is a mother to me,
so this is the moral of the story,
I love my mother,
she is incomparable to anybody.
poem by Salleh Chowdhury
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