You do not needed a basket to pick well-knows strawberries.
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He wont pick strawberries into the basket on somebody else.
Right now I just want to chill for a while. Take a hiatus from all the craziness. To clean my house, see my family. Just see some movies and pick some strawberries.
quote by Lauren Ambrose
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She Walks In Meadows
She walks the stretch of meadow land
To pick the blooms so fair and wild
Arrayed in basket by her hand
A touch so gentle and so mild
Inside her basket lies my heart
Snared in her eyes, bound in her smile
Devoid of all will to depart
But stay for many more a mile
And there to be merry as lark
To sing in never-ending rhymes
From early morning until dark
Blithesome and carefree at all times.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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I Am Wonderful
Take a basket...
Fill it with who...
You think you are...
Mix it up good...
Be frank...
Now pull something...
Out of the basket...
It does not matter...
Whats in the basket...
Its your chatter...
That the basket holds...
It's you...
Not who...but...
You are a good person...
You are a bad person...
Mainly a good person...
That is who you are...
By far...you...
Are a wonderful star...
A real human-being...
Who can smile...
Who cares...
Damn what others think...
You are you...
In the pink...
whisperkwane
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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It Should Be The Kindness That Counts
i like it here
where kindness is put like a basket
full of fruits
where you pick one and taste
one and say
this fruit is sweet, and juicy and luscious
and then not to be outdone
you put some red & white roses
beside a basket and some
daffodils and colored daisies
and i say
oh! how beautiful have the fruits
become
because of the flowers!
i like it here
on friendly air
and sunny skies and singing birds
it is here
where kindness begets kindness
where love begets love
where everyone braces for the race of happiness
and never
violence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Digsys Dinner
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
Ill treat you like a queen
Ill give you strawberries and cream
And then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I dont think weve been living very wise
Oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I dont think weve been living very wise
Oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
Ill treat you like a queen
Ill give you strawberries and cream
And then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
song performed by by Oasis
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Digsys Diner
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
Ill treat you like a queen
Ill give you strawberries and cream
And then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I dont think weve been living very wise
Oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I dont think weve been living very wise
Oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
Ill pick you up at half past three
And well have lasagne
Ill treat you like a queen
Ill give you strawberries and cream
And then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
song performed by by Oasis
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Behold, the fool saith, Put not all thine eggs in the one basket, -- which is but a manner of saying, Scatter your money and your attention, but the wise man saith, Put all your eggs in the one basket and -- watch that basket.
quote by Mark Twain
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Digsy's Dinner
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
I'll pick you up at half past three
We'll have lasagne
I'll treat you like a Queen
I'll give you strawberries and cream
Then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I don't think we've been living very wise
Oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
I'll pick you up at half past three
We'll have lasagne
These could be the best days of our lives
But I don't think we've been living very wise
I said oh no! no!
What a life it would be
If you would come to mine for tea
I'll pick you up at half past three
And we'll have lasagne
I'll treat you like a Queen
I'll give you strawberries and cream
Then your friends will all go green
Then your friends will all go green
Then your friends will all go green
For my lasagne
song performed by by Oasis from Definitely Maybe
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Strawberries
There were never strawberries
like the ones we had
that sultry afternoon
sitting on the step
of the open french window
facing each other
your knees held in mine
the blue plates in our laps
the strawberries glistening
in the hot sunlight
we dipped them in sugar
looking at each other
not hurrying the feast
for one to come
the empty plates
laid on the stone together
with the two forks crossed
and I bent towards you
sweet in that air
in my arms
abandoned like a child
from your eager mouth
the taste of strawberries
in my memory
lean back again
let me love you
let the sun beat
on our forgetfulness
one hour of all
the heat intense
and summer lightning
on the Kilpatrick hills
let the storm wash the plates
poem by Edwin Morgan
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Pick It Up Or Be Gone
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Don't try to imitate,
Homemade cake.
Oh no.
And don't ever try to duplicate,
A delicious taste.
Or...
Butter up faked mashed potatos.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's given.
Pick it up or be gone.
What's there.
Pick it up or be gone.
The steak.
Or the rake.
Or the keys,
To open the gate!
Now...
Pick it up or be gone.
Oooow.
Pick it up or be gone.
Yeah.
Pick it up or be gone.
Now...
Pick it up or be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Patience
Pick it up.
Read it.
Put it down.
Leave it.
Return in a few years.
Pick it up again.
Doesn't it seem to make sense now?
I knew it would.
All you needed was to allow yourself patience.
For some folks this takes a little bit longer,
Than for others.
But at least you are now comprehending...
Right?
That's all that matters.
Now...
It's okay,
To place your left foot...
In front of the right one!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two Children
Give me your hand, oh little one!
Like children be we two;
Yet I am old, my day is done
That barely breaks for you.
A baby-basket hard you hold,
With in it cherries four:
You cherish them as men do gold,
And count them o'er.
And then you stumble in your walk;
The cherries scattered lie.
You pick them up with foolish talk
And foolish glad am I,
When you wipe one quite clean of dust
And give it unto me;
So in the baby-basket just
Are three.
All this is simple, I confess,
A moment piled with peace;
Yet loving men have died for less,
And will till time shall cease. . . .
A silken hand in crinkled one--
O Little Innocence!
O blessed moment in the son
E'er I go hence!
poem by Robert William Service
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Noumenon
a thing-in-itself:
a wicker basket is a wicker basket
you cannot place love there, perhaps just plain fruits and
flowers
and perhaps even nothing
because a wicker basket is a wicker basket
nothing more nothing less
in the same manner, i am what i am
and you are what you are
what we feel for each other
or perhaps what i feel you alone
or only
is what i only feel
nothing more and nothing less
if i go somehow inventing that you shall love me
how absurd can this be!
for you are what you are and i am what i am
nothing more and nothing less
and so thanks, i am what i am and i will always be what i am
and you are you, and you do not know me,
and if i bleed, it is i who bleed only or
alone
and i have no right to let you know because you are what you are
and you shall never love me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Giving Of The Time That You've Got
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.
And...
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
You're giving it the time you've got.
Want AND needed...
You're giving it the time you've got.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
Even giving it a minute,
It tastes so good.
Licking lips and fingertips,
It tastes so good.
With a taste only you,
Believed it would.
And-you-are...
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving it the time that you've got.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
With a giving of the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving of the time that you've got.
Giving it a minute it will taste so good.
With a giving of the time that you've got.
Want and needed.
Giving of the time that you've got.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
When you get to pick and eat it,
It tastes so good.
And-with-that...
Giving of the time that you've got.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The rattan basket criticizes the palm leaf basket, still both are full of holes.
A Tisket - A Tasket
A-tisket a-tasket
A brown-and-yellow basket
I send a letter to my mommie
On the way I dropped it
I dropped it, I dropped it
Yes, on the way I dropped it
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket
She was truckin' on down the avenue
Without a single thing to do
She was peck, peck, peckin' all around
When she spied it on the ground
She took it, she took it
My yellow basket
And if she doesn't bring it back
I think that I will die
A-tisket a-tasket
I lost my yellow basket
And if that girlie don't return it
I don't know what I'll do
(Was it red?) No, no, no, no
(Was it brown?) No, no, no, no
(Was it blue?) No, no, no, no
Just a little yellow basket
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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I've always been a fella who put most of my eggs in one basket and then take a dump in the basket but I really don't know.
quote by Robert Downey, Jr.
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The way to become rich is to put all your eggs in one basket and then watch that basket.
quote by Andrew Carnegie
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What is put in a basket before going to the market won't be the same thing returned in the basket.