The tongue is but three inches long, yet it can kill a man six feet high.
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What did I do in high school? I grew from 5 feet 4 inches to 6 feet 2 inches.
quote by Gregory Peck
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Distance In Miles Feb 27th,2011
I’m sorry but I never did forget inches, feet, yards and miles,
And I can’t forget Fahrenheit; replaced by Celsius denials,
I feel as though I’ve broken some rule or law and maybe I did,
I’m looking around for a sign that says, what I did was forbid.
I’m sure our Ottawa bureaucrats thought this change was great,
Dump the old inches and feet and miles and don’t have any debate,
Then our politically correct politicians all said yes,
I still think the numbers on my car speedometer are a mess.
I’ve not known the distance from Montreal to Toronto since then,
Nor the temperatures on TV though I hear them again and again,
Maybe I should see a psychiatrist to see what’s wrong with me,
How long has this being going on; maybe I need some vitamin B?
FEB 27TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Eliasamy
7 inches long,
But the minor came for it;
9 inches long,
And the major was satisfied by it;
But i am Eliasamy in the clouds of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There's Snow In Olinda
The high road closed to traffic you can't drive that way
And in the high mountain village kids with snowballs play
And it snowed in Olinda four inches today
In the coldest part of Sherbrooke some venture to say.
Down through the high country the Winter winds blow
And though cold in Olinda it seldom does snow
Four inches a good fall though elders recall
That they can remember a much bigger fall.
It's been snowing in Olinda on the higher ground
Four inches this morning 'the word's got around'
The last kick of Winter and Spring is so near
But such is expected at this time of year.
There's snow in Olinda a wonderful sight
And the golf course and park is a blanket of white
And kids in the village are playing in the snow
And through the high country the Winter winds blow.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Ant Explorer
Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
To fare away far away, far away from home.
He had eaten all his breakfast, and he had his ma's consent
To see what he should chance to see and here's the way he went
Up and down a fern frond, round and round a stone,
Down a gloomy gully where he loathed to be alone,
Up a mighty mountain range, seven inches high,
Through the fearful forest grass that nearly hid the sky,
Out along a bracken bridge, bending in the moss,
Till he reached a dreadful desert that was feet and feet across.
'Twas a dry, deserted desert, and a trackless land to tread,
He wished that he was home again and tucked-up tight in bed.
His little legs were wobbly, his strength was nearly spent,
And so he turned around again and here's the way he went-
Back away from desert lands feet and feet across,
Back along the bracken bridge bending in the moss,
Through the fearful forest grass shutting out the sky,
Up a mighty mountain range seven inches high,
Down a gloomy gully, where he loathed to be alone,
Up and down a fern frond and round and round a stone.
A dreary ant, a weary ant, resolved no more to roam,
He staggered up the garden path and popped back home.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Those Creams
Clotted and sour, whipped and double,
All delicious when laid on the tongue,
One could find oneself in deep trouble,
It's hard, keeping the figure young.
They melt with so much pleasure,
When you deem to taste their charm,
And if you're sampling them at leisure,
They can do you a lot of harm.
Inches creep onto your waistline,
And without warning, before very long,
Your poor body becomes less divine,
And your willpower, becomes less strong.
The flavoured ones, they are so yummy,
Nutty mixtures, with chocolate and fudge,
But they're no good at all for your tummy,
And will not help those inches to budge.
Those creams call out, waiting to tempt you,
And so you really just have to resist,
You should try out the 'Weight Watchers' menu,
Now then girls, do you follow the gist?
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Don't You Kill Love
Don't you kill love don't you kill love don't you kill love
in the blink of an eye time passes us by
where does it go
now will you take a stand for love I am
forever more
these wars have wounded my heart so my trust breaks apart
to human I say these words
don't you kill love don't you kill love don't you kill love
this chance we should not miss to share this sacred bliss
and spread it all around I'm gonna spread it all around
my heart been broke before but still I must endure
keep the spirits high keep the spirits high
cause it's the greatest things in life calls for the most sacrifice
are we brave are we brave enough
don't you kill love don't you kill love don't you kill love
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Burning Feet
No standing with these burning feet
I got to kill the the fire
Got to kill the heat
I see a road and a river
I gotta go
'cos there's fire in my shoes
And you're moving too slow
For these burning feet
I got to move
Burning feet
Need a cool groove
Burning feet
Win or lose
Looking to kill the heat
Oh these burning shoes
One day they'll find me in pieces,
By the side of the track
Smoke trail behind me,
Flames from my back
This is what made me,
Yeah how I was made
Forever, in the heat
And never in the shade
Of these burning feet
Burning feet
I got to move
Burning feet
Need a cool groove
Burning feet
Win or lose
Looking to kill the heat
Oh these burning shoes
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Sun loaded juices
Small sour waits for ripening sun,
soaking up warm rays 'til plum
coloured sweet upon the tongue.
Plum coloured sweet upon the tongue
merry mixed with old and young
naked feet, then danced upon.
Young naked feet then danced upon
sweetness ripened by the sun.
Loaded juices run and run.
Sun loaded juices run and run,
lazy sleeping until one
day long mellow pouring done.
One day long mellow pouring done
to gather all for that one
first noble tasting on the tongue
poem by Diana Rosser
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Interestingly, koi, when put in a fish bowl, will only grow up to three inches. When this same fish is placed in a large tank, it will grow to about nine inches long.
quote by Vince Poscente
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Sonnet: The Tongue
Tongue, the muscle belly in the mouth’s floor!
That grandmothers used to narrate folklore;
With sensors to taste the food that we eat,
And speak fluently with neighbors who cheat.
The boneless tongue gives creatures satiety;
In misdemeanor, speaks words so nasty;
The tongue-tied man cannot speak out too well;
The one with a long tongue argues like hell.
The tongue can emit both a soothing word,
And also cut like a double-edged sword;
The tongue helps one to sing a sweet song,
And touch one’s nose-tip whenever too long.
The tongue can start a war or conclude it;
Some stars use it for their kissing habit.
poem by John Celes
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A Work of Artifice
The bonsai tree
in the attractive pot
could have grown eighty feet tall
on the side of a mountain
till split by lightning.
But a gardener
carefully pruned it.
It is nine inches high.
Every day as he
whittles back the branches
the gardener croons,
It is your nature
to be small and cozy,
domestic and weak;
how lucky, little tree,
to have a pot to grow in.
With living creatures
one must begin very early
to dwarf their growth:
the bound feet,
the crippled brain,
the hair in curlers,
the hands you
love to touch.
poem by Marge Piercy
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Caution...
you pretend that sleep is your friend
but sleep is honest enough to admit that there is something wrong
with the bed
the blankets are talking and the pillows
are protesting
your hairs are mad
your eyes as usual do not tell the lies
that your mouth and tongue have long mastered
and the teeth that grit
knows who at the end
shall win
your mind is not a friend of anyone
its insomnia the heart fears
can kill anyone
it is time to be cautious
wear the feet of the cat
perhaps be silent like the
floor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have no trouble with the twelve inches between my elbow and my palm. It's the seven inches between my ears that's bent.
quote by Tug McGraw
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Amityville
(kill kill kill)
Dahh dum dahh dum.. dum
Dahh dum dahh dum duh da da da da
(kill kill kill)
Dahh dum dahh dum.. dum
Dahh dum dahh dum dumm..
(kill kill kill)
Chorus: Eminem
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (ILLLL)
Accidentally killll your family stillll
Thinkin he won't? God damnit he willll (HE'SSSS)
Mentally illll from Amityvilllle
** {HE'SSSS} on repeats only **
[Eminem]
I get lifted and spit until I'm half-twisted
Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*SMACK*}
Pen full of ink
song performed by by Eminem from The Marshall Mathers LP
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Time to Kill
We have been in this war in Iraq for far to long a time.
We have way to much time to kill.
No time to love, but time to kill.
No time for understanding but time to kill.
No time for racial harmony but time to kill.
No time to feed the hungry but time to kill.
No time to educate the children but time to kill.
We have been in this war in Iraq for far to long a time.
It's time for peace before we run out of time.
New World Order
Broken down, feeling naked
Leaving me unfulfilled
Promising compromise
Championing mediocrity
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
I reveal a deceiver
In the highest seat in the land
His idle hands the Devil's workshop
Generate more smoke than heat
Time and time again
What you said ain't what you mean
Even if all my bones are broken
I will drag myself back from the edge to
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King, God save the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
Kill the King, The King is dead
I am the King, Long live the King
A new precedent in pain, a new precedent in pain
Mankind is blown to dust, mankind is blown to dust
An explosion of the Brain, an explosion of the
Brain
Spontaneously combust, spontaneously combust
Kill the King, The King is dead, Long live the
King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
Kill the King, I, The King is dead, I am, Long live
the King,
I am the King
song performed by by Megadeth
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High & Dry
two jumps in a week i bet you think that's pretty clever don't you
boy.
flying on your
motorcycle.
watching all the ground beneath you
drop.
you'd kill yourself for recognition.
kill yourself to
never
ever
stop.
you broke another mirror.you're turning into something you are not.
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
drying up in conversation
you will be the one who cannot talk.
all your insides fall to pieces.
you just sit there
wishing
you
could
still
make
love.
they're the ones who'll hate you when you think you've got the world
all sussed out.
they're the ones who'll spit at you.
you will be the one
screaming
out.
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
it's the best thing that you ever had.
The best thing you've had is gone away.
don't leave me high
don't leave me dry
song performed by by Radiohead
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Come A Long Way
Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
See this race is wrong
Come see, this race is right
See millions of years pass with no end in sight
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Up on may day, and there is a carnival on my street tonight
I hear them dancing, I hear them dancing
But on a clear day
If this thing dont move here
Then this thing just dont have no heartbeat
Get on the street, I say
Sweet hours to live, I got no time to kill
I said hold back those arms raised hold back the bill
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Words and music : simple minds (c) emi music (publ) ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Bound Feet
Ancient Chinese oddities were
As myriad as its people.
One of these were bound feet.
A Chinese gentleman judged his woman
By the feet in those days.
Her face mattered but more were her
Feet which had to be as small
As three-inches, a society gauge for
Her breeding and status.
Confucius needs to take part of the
Blame for saying women are born to
Serve their men and no other
Which spawned the bound feet tradition.
Years of pains, tears and sleepless
Nights went into making these
Chinese women walk in little gaits as
Required of a lady, a sign that she was
Not a product of household chores.
Big feet equalled slavery and low births.
An ego trip, it was, for the adherents.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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