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The cowherd who has fodder has bread, and if he doesn't have fodder then he ends up without oxen and without bread.
Our farewell song to P.M.C.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee;
We are now full-fledged good Doctors!
We start to serve, the sick forev’r.
We will remember our College;
Until we reach our Life’s end-stage;
We had our days of much ordeal;
We are now all so free, we feel.
We had our tussles and fist-fights;
Happy to have just won our rights;
We had our days of rejoicings;
Entwined in love, today this song we sing.
We love our Teachers who taught us well;
To be quite patient always in Life;
And guided us in numerous ways;
Showing us all, that there are better days!
We look ahead to a future bright;
Our past was dear, sad days, despite;
We will miss this ev’rgreen campus;
And the sweet songs that, Birds sang to us.
Recreation did suffer although;
Success in life always will show;
Our stay in P.M.C. was so great;
On the whole it, was a joyful state.
We will miss P.M.C.forev’r;
Farewell to our dear Alma-mater;
We are now full-fledged good DOCTORS;
Ready to heal the sick forev’r.
Our Alma-mater is P.M.C;
Our Alma-mater, we salute thee!
Farewell, farewell dear P.M.C.;
We will again come to see thee.
poem by John Celes
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The Virgin's Cradle-Hymn. Copied From A Print Of The Virgin, In A Roman Catholic Village In Germany
Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet
Quae tam dulcem somnum videt,
Dormi, Jesu! blandule!
Si non dormis, Mater plorat,
Inter fila cantans orat,
Blande, veni, somnule.
ENGLISH.
Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling, tenderly!
If thou sleep not, mother mourneth,
Singing as her wheel she turneth:
Come, soft slumber, balmily!
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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When The Frost Is On The Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover over-head!
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!
I don't know how to tell it but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me
I'd want to 'commodate 'em all the whole-indurin' flock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Steadfast, Loyal And True
Farewell, Royal High School,
We'll remember you.
Dear alma mater,
We're steadfast, loyal, and true.
As we go onward
In the lives we lead.
Your light will guide us,
Your motto is our creed.
We will look back fondly
At your ivy walls,
Recalling precious moments
Within your hallowed halls.
Farewell, Royal High School,
We'll remember you.
Dear alma mater,
We're steadfast, loyal, and true.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Steadfast, Loyal & True
(words & music by leiber - stoller)
Farewell, royal high school,
Well remember you.
Dear alma mater,
Were steadfast, loyal, and true.
As we go onward
In the lives we lead.
Your light will guide us,
Your motto is our creed.
We will look back fondly
At your ivy walls,
Recalling precious moments
Within your hallowed halls.
Farewell, royal high school,
Well remember you.
Dear alma mater,
Were steadfast, loyal, and true.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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It is a bad horse that does not earn his fodder.
Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a mater of opportunity.
quote by Hippocrates
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One of the ways I think I gain fodder for characters is by watching people.
quote by Edie Falco
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My Alma mater was books, a good library... I could spend the rest of my life reading, just satisfying my curiosity.
A horse cannot gain weight if not fed with extra fodder during the night; a man cannot become wealthy without earnings apart from his regular salaries.
Trim and mow the lust.
Lust is grass, rooted in blood.
Trim it and mow it to a lawn.
Grow it for a fodder or
Let it die on its own soon.
Don’t pluck it or uproot it.
Then you will become barren.
03.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rehearse The Matter
Let me rehearse the mater from the beginning,
For the 'word' was the 'Law and the Prophets';
And to embrace your love with the hope of your affection,
But press upon me and let me kiss your lips.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One mans
One mans friend is another mans food no mater how wrong unrighteous and rude
poem by Paul Cutting
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The key to life is imagination. If you don't have that, no mater what you have, it's meaningless. If you do have imagination...you can make feast of straw.
quote by Jane Stanton Hitchcock
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If we care about the children, the grandchildren, the future generations, we need to make sure that they do not become the cannon fodder of the future.
quote by Helen Thomas
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There were a lot of times where there was a great deal of fodder recorded and played, because there was a market for it - just as there is today. And there were more bad bands than there were good bands - I think that should always be remembered.
quote by Woody Herman
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BBC and Nick Griffin (the Question-Time Massacre)
They lured him on to television
And silenced him with their derision,
He was scarcely able to utter a word -
Democracy? Don't be absurd! !
He's hardly what you'd call PC,
Just cannon fodder for the BBC,
To hell with the bloody BNP
And long live good old Hypocrisy! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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