Too many children are being parked in substandard day care with workers who make little more than a parking attendant.
quote by Bill Nelson
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One Of Them!
student protesters
close down Wall Street....
peaceful waves lapping
at the shore....
but the storm is coming;
students give way to workers,
workers without food,
without housing or medical care,
workers without hope....
angry workers,
and they damn sure
ought to be...
i know, i'm one of them!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Good Workers Around
“Children are gifts from God
They are his reward.”
Dear Jesus, bless the children
Especially those, whose parents are irresponsible.
Watch the children closely
And let angels and good workers
Provide for their needs.
Let those, who abuse the children be punished!
Let those, who don’t teach them goodness burn!
You are our true Father
You care even for the sparrows
You always wait for us.
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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Good Workers Around
“Children are gifts from God
They are his reward.”
Dear Jesus, bless the children
Especially those, whose parents are irresponsible.
Watch the children closely
And let angels and good workers
Provide for their needs.
Let those, who abuse the children be punished!
Let those, who don’t teach them goodness burn!
You are our true Father
You care even for the sparrows
You always wait for us.
poem by Rose Flores Rosevoc2
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What is the primary purpose of a political leader? To build a majority. If voters care about parking lots, then talk about parking lots.
quote by Newt Gingrich
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Whos Cheatin Who
(jerry hayes)
Everywhere you look you can write a book
On the trouble of a woman and a man
But you can not impose you cant stick your nose
Into something that you dont understand
But still you wonder
Whos cheatin who, whos being true
Who dont even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Whos doing right with someone tonight
And whos car is parked next door
I thought I knew her well I really couldnt tell
That she had another lover on her mind
You see it felt so right when she held me tight
How could I be so blind
But still you wonder
Whos cheatin who, whos being true
Who dont even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Whos doing right with someone tonight
And whos car is parked next door
A heart is on the line each and every time
Love is stolen in the shadows of the night
Though its wrong all along it keeps going on
As long as you keep in outta sight
But still you wonder
Whos cheatin who, whos being true
Who dont even care anymore
It makes you wonder
Whos doing right with someone tonight
And whos car is parked next door
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Parking Lot
Every means of transport
Needs a parking space
Airport, seaport
A parking lot
Each to mark
The journey's end
One behind the wheel
Is duty bound
World's a huge parking lot
People come and go.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Although children are only 24 percent of the population, they're 100 percent of our future and we cannot afford to provide any child with a substandard education.
Big Yellow Taxi
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop
They took all the trees and put em in a tree museum
And then they charged all the poeple twenty-five bucks just to see em
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop, shoo-bop-bop-bop
Hey farmer, farmer, put away your ddt now
Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
I say, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Late last night I heard the screen door slam
And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Dont it always seem to go
That you dont know what youve got till its gone
They paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Oh, now, they paved paradise and they put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
Hey, steam rolled paradise and put up a parking lot
Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop
song performed by by Amy Grant
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A Street Child
Who will care for me when i am born into this world?
For day and night i've been walking on the streets;
And i have to struggle to survive for i am a street child.
No, not even one!
For many parents do not even know their children;
And i was born into a lovely home but now,
I do live on the street as a street child.
Lust and sex,
We were born out of it;
But how many parents still know that we do exist?
How many?
They really do not care abour us,
And i have to struggle to survive on my own;
How many days more left for me?
And i have to make ends meet from the streets;
Because there is nobody around to help me,
And i have no place called home again.
A street child that i am,
And of the many rivers to cross for my survival;
How many social workers do know of our plights?
How many?
How many streets do we have to sleep on?
How many? Hopw many governmenets do we have to wait for?
How many?
Yet still i am a street child.
Who really care about us?
And who really care about me?
My parents do not even know my where about;
Right from Kwazulu Natal Province to Tingitingi,
And from Obbia to Nima!
How many do care?
I am born into this world but,
I am living on the street;
And who will care about me?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fruit Marriage: Children 'Outsourcing
Abundant rain this afternoon
After the workers shouting in the street
'Deliver us from outsourcing! '
Our marriage failed because we were oppressed
Like the birds in the cages cattle
To cut and served at fast food restaurants
Owned gentlemen,
While the gentlemen just calculate profit and only profit
No matter our fate every year there swept horns 'outsourcing'
Oscillate from one factory to another factory
With the same labor agreement 'outsourcing'
Our roving from one factory to another factory
To save our children
In order to survive, but what she said
'Outsourcing' just like fresh-powered workers
Who would be paid less, older workers, useless, slow
Only useful for garbage collectors
And cleaning the table, in the afternoon
When a fast-food restaurant, crowded
Young children, who sang brisiknya
The latest stuff
While our children, it is never clear
Where was about to step
When home from school...... and when it exploded brawl
Has always been a focus accusations,
Hah, basic wild children, punks do not know the rules
From the fruit of marriage, children are 'outsourcing'.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Congregants
the churchgoers had parked
their cars in the parking lot
depriving me of my basketball court
so i rode my bike to Irving Park
watched those 'congregants'
play soccer, toss a frisbee, picnic,
and shoot hoops
enjoying God in their bodies and minds
i'll take the park over the church
poem by Harlan Simantel
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None To Boot...
we all search for clarity,
thoughts are like parked cars,
diagonal parking,
like game cards, thoughts
reshuffle,
we organize, arrange,
trying to get most of what
is given,
then we reason out
why we lose,
blame it on random
luck is nil,
then we stop, we tell ourselves
this is just a game,
reality is not yet here
outside the house,
the dog barks, we know
a stranger is coming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Back That Rapping Of Smack
Take back that rapping of smack,
With a smothering it up discovered as substance.
And make it more than substandard rehash,
To pass as something fresh no one has before tasted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As you know, Social Security functions under the premise that today's workers will help finance benefits for retirees and that these workers will then be supported by the next generation of workers paying into the same system.
quote by Steve Israel
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Travel Mode
I went to Wal Mart this morning
My very favorite store
I looked around the parking lot
Before I went through the door
There were semi’s parked there
And many travel trailers as well
Motor homes pulled in for the night
By the time the darkness fell
My heart started beating fast
But it’ll be next year before I can load
My 33’ trailer for another vacation
And get back into the travel mode!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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A Parking ticket
It's payable and compulsory that I know well
And thank you so much my dear sir for the notice of a fine for illegal parking.
But I never expect that a parasite's tumbledown old crock parked in the paradise road is an offense?
* Long live my loving Mother-in-Law 'Virginia' and I bless you for an immediate recovery, thank you so much for giving me a right partner and I remember the bygone happy days together we enjoyed that would never come.Oh! we are scattered like quicksilver.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Johannesburg
There are mini-bus taxis everywhere
hooting, swerving, stopping anywhere
and people on the street
shouting to each other
as if they are not
in talking distance,
but as if everybody is deaf.
Some hawkers are selling
sweets, cigarettes and newspapers
while others are cooking maize,
porridge and eggs.
Youngsters stand next to
parking meters showing
open parking spaces
and demanding money
to watch vehicles parked there.
Some hobos sleep
in tattered blankets
and smell of wine
and liquor and the sick
sweet odour or retching.
Prostitutes walk up and down
street corners in mini skirts
and t-shirts
with nipples showing through
and have hello smiles
plastered across their faces.
Some gum sniffing children
beg at traffic lights
with twisted arms and legs
and other beggars
have posters wishing you well
or telling you to go to hell.
People queue in lines
waiting for busses
and some stand smoking
while they talk
and businessmen, lawyers,
soldiers, secretaries
are walking quickly past
with briefcases, satchels,
and handbags
and on the sidewalk
there is urine,
blood, vomit, some rotting food
and smoked cigarettes
and everywhere signs
of a city in a country
that is falling apart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Yvonne
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Now that she is gone
Who’s gonna see that all the little babies
Will somehow get along
Who’s gonna take care of the children
When the time has come to say goodbye
When the little babies start to cry
Who’s gonna be right there to wipe their eyes
Now that she is gone
Yes I know that it’s a hurting tragedy
But death to everyone is guaranteed
Life isn’t promised to any one of us
So we must learn to deal with reality
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Who’s gonna be there when they call
Who’s gonna help them when they fall
Who’s gonna take care of the children
When the little babies start to cry
Who’s gonna be right there to wipe their eyes
Who, tell me who, please God tell me who
I’ve tried to do the best I can
They’ve all been fathered by different men
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Dear God you know I love them so
I gotta take my son and I must go
Yvonne, I’ll always love you
I just can’t stop thinking of you
Reach out, please tell me girl
Who’s gonna take care of the children
Now that you are gone
poem by Mustafa Marconi
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Only Night
Workers
Are working
for factory...
Day with night...
works
Night making day
For with out sleep
Workers...
Day time also
Work...
workers life...
Not for day
Only at
Night for life...
Sun shine day's
24hour's come
And go...
Workers life...
wacke up at night....!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Big Yellow Taxi
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot
A pink hotel, a boutique and a swinging hot spot
Dont it always go to show
You never know what you got till its gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.
They took all the trees, they put them in a tree museum
They charged the people a dollar and a half just to see them
Dont it always go to show
You never know what you got till its gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.
Hey farmer, farmer, put away that d.d.t
Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please,
Dont it always go to show
You never know what you got till its gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.
Late last night I heard my screen door slam
A big yellow buldozer took away the house and land
Dont it always go to show
You never know what you got till its gone ?
They paved paradise, they put up a parking lot.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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