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Arrogance is a weed that grows mostly on a dunghill.
The Butterfly Weed
Oh lady bug, you've done a good deed.
Setting your table on the butterfly weed,
You're the custodian of all you survey,
On butterfly weed, till the end of the day.
Oh beautiful monarch, where do you feed,
I see you too love the butterfly weed.
You and the ladybug would be poor indeed,
If it was'nt for the butterfly weed.
Oh hummingbird whose throat seems to bleed,
What do you here on the butterfly weed?
All hummingbirds, good advice heed,
We love the orange butterfly weed.
God's smallest creatures, go by one creed,
To congregate on the butterfly weed.
Let the south wind blow, and spread your seed,
So that there will be millions of the butterfly weed.
5/31/03 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Seaweed Shovelling Song
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Green weed, red weed, still alive and dead weed
Lying in a pile on the shore
Brown weed, pink weed, smelly kind of stink weed
Who on earth could ask for more!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling man
Dry weed, wet weed, aint-been-troubled-yet weed
Glinting in the morning sun
Thin weed, thick weed, slimy kind of slick weed
Every bucket weighs a ton!
This is my seaweed shovelling song
Ive been shovelling all day long
Ive got got my seaweed shovel in hand
Because Im a seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling
Seaweed shovelling man!
song performed by by Waterboys
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An extraordinary amount of arrogance is present in any claim of having been the first in 'inventing' something. It's an arrogance that some enjoy, and others do not. Now I reach beyond arrogance when I proclaim that fractals had been pictured forever but their true role remained unrecognized and waited for me to be uncovered.
quote by Benoit Mandelbrot
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Slavery is a weed that grows on every soil.
quote by Edmund Burke
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Science grows like a weed every year.
quote by Kary Mullis
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The weed that grows by the riverbank will not suffer the effect of draught.
The Weed
There was an old woman
that planted a garden.
And in the garden
there grew a weed.
The weed grew next to
a beautiful flower.
The flower had grown
from a tiny seed.
The weed was strong
and would not bend.
The wind did blow
and it did send
the seeds from the flower
into the air.
They circled around
and landed where
the weed was growing
next to the flower.
Soon the weed was
surrounded by flowers.
It loved where it was
and looked by the hours
at all of the beautiful
colorful flowers.
The old woman who planted
the garden one day
decided that she would
make a bouquet.
She went to the garden
to cut the flowers.
But when she got there
down came the showers.
The raindrops that fell
made the weed shine
which made the old woman
change her mind.
She left them alone
in her garden and knew
that the weed belonged
with the flowers that grew.
She'd planted the flowers.
God planted the weed.
The garden was perfect.
No bouquet did she need.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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On Misago Beach
On Misago
Beach there grows
Sargasso weed-
I'll hold fast to your name
Though your parents know!
poem by Yamabe no Akahito
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Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, less than the weed that grows beside thy door.
quote by Adela Florence Nicolson
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Undersea
Under the sea grows weed and fishes of grandeur,
The sharks are the small monsters to be amateur.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I'll Never Smoke Weed With Willie Again
I always heard that his herb was top shelf
I just couldn't wait to find out for myself
Don't knock it till you tried it, well I tried it my friend
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town
He fired up a fat boy and he passed him around
The last words I spoke before they tucked me in
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
I hopped on his old bus, the Honeysuckle Rose
The party was Vegas, it was after the show
Alone in the front lounge, just me and him
With one parting puff grime creeper set in
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
Now we're passing the guitar, telling good jokes
I know ones a coming cause I'm smelling smoke
No I do not partake, I just let it pass by
With a smile on my face and a great contact high
I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
My party's all over before it began
You can pour me some old whiskey river my friend
But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again
In the fetal position with drool on my chin
I messed up and smoked weed with Willie again
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Johnny Appleseed
Through word of mouth let it be known
The man who spends his life on a mission, hes legendary
Travelling from coast to coast
Hes the contemporary johnny appleseed
Hes making sure his garden grows
Hell plant a seed in every town he goes
Fertilizing the country side
Couldnt stop him with insecticide
Makin sure that the garden grows,
Yeah,yeah,yeah
Groomin the backyard, or whackin a weed
When diggin holes, hell be wearing a glove
He go into the shed, get out a shovel, and he shove
Hell plant the seed, makin sure its sown
He go into the shed, and he start hoein with the hoe,
Ho,ho,ho
Makin sure that the garden grow,
Yeah,yeah,yeah
Hell water the yard with the garden hose
Groomin the backyard, or whackin a weed
Yeah,yeah,yeah
The contemporary johnny appleseed
song performed by by NOFX
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Wacky Weed
Your fiction has a sickness,
And it is in deluxe.
Trimmed with a mouth piece minted,
Sweetened to touch.
Bong bong wicky sticky bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
You fed on that wacky weed.
You fed on the weed.
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.
There is no truth you mention,
While you do that stuff.
Your motives are quite hidden,
And you munch too much.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.
Your fiction has a sickness,
And it is in deluxe.
Trimmed with a mouth piece minted,
Sweetened to touch.
Bong bong wicky sticky bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong.
You fed on the weed.
Wicky sticky bong bong
You fed on that wacky weed.
In a bong bong bong.
Wicky sticky bong bong.
Wick wicky sticky bong.
Wicky sticky bong bong.
Wick wicky sticky bong.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.
Morning Glories
Let Leipoldt write about violets
which are in the field,
I have my own flower
or weed that I adore
and it’s Sunspots
that grows out of the good earth.
You can call it a pest
or a weed,
but I am nuts about the heavenly blue
full of blue flowers that creep everywhere
and push twines out in all directions
Purple cardinal climbers
that climb up everywhere
and after the rain
burst out in all directions
stays a beautiful flower to me.
[Reference: Morning Glories=Sunspots=Heavenly Blue=Cardinal Climber. C.L. Leipoldt’s poem Oktobermaand.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sir Walter Raleigh to His Son
Three things there be that prosper up apace
And flourish, whilst they grow asunder far,
But on a day, they meet all in one place,
And when they meet, they one another mar;
And they be these: the wood, the weed, the wag.
The wood is that which makes the gallow tree;
The weed is that which strings the hangman's bag;
The wag, my pretty knave, betokeneth thee.
Mark well, dear boy, whilst these assemble not,
Green springs the tree, hemp grows, the wag is wild,
But when they meet, it makes the timber rot,
It frets the halter, and it chokes the child.
Then bless thee, and beware, and let us pray
We part not with thee at this meeting day.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Arrogance
Why are you so arrogant?
[th....th...there he is!]
[th....there he is!]
[th....th...there he is!]
What makes a man wanna rule the world? (a double a double arrogance)
(u got it)
Make him man enough to say hes 50-50 girl (a double a double arrogance)
(u got it)
What makes a man wanna curse and swear? (a double a double arrogance)
song performed by by Prince
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