It's so wrong when I pick up a new edition of Huckleberry Finn and I look at the last page and it doesn't say, Yours truly, at the end.
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I liked Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer, and that is the kind of character that I would like to have played. That would have been more in tune with who I really was.
quote by Keith Thibodeaux
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It was enough to make a body ashamed of the human race.
Mark Twain in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
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If river levels
Were low as they are today
Huckleberry Finn
Would probably have hitchhiked
To reach his destination
tanka by Edwin Tanguma (19 August 2012)
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All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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By reading "Huckleberry Finn" I felt I was able to justify my act of going into the mountain forest at night and sleeping among the trees with a sense of security which I could never find indoors.
quote by Kenzaburo Oe
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By reading Huckleberry Finn I felt I was able to justify my act of going into the mountain forest at night and sleeping among the trees with a sense of security which I could never find indoors.
quote by Kenzaburo Oe
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Noting that Huckleberry Finn was originally both valued and reviled because it shows the reader that the accepted moral code and social hierarchy is not always correct.
quote by Robert Vaughan
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Huckleberry Grove
Shirley was a lady whose teeth were made of gold
She danced before the music and everything it told
Huckleberry Grove
Where the music plays into tomorrow night
Huckleberry Grove
Only fools would need to argue or to fight
Shirley had eight children and each of them were told
You got joy for singing burning in your soul
Huckleberry Grove
Where the idiots can't ease you of your mind
Huckleberry Grove
Take a free train
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from B-Sides: Seasides & Freerides
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Finn's Favorite Fish (Long Tongue Twister)
Finn's favorite fish's favorite food fell flat.
Finn's favorite fish's favorite food falls for fluid.
Finn's favorite fish's favorite food fed Finn's favorite fish.
Finn's favorite fish falls for Finn's favorite fish's favorite food.
Finn's favorite fish's favorite food falls for Finn's favorite fish.
Finn's favorite fish's favorite food fills Finn's favorite fish.
Finn fishes for Finn's favorite fish's favorite fish food for Finn's favorite fish!
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Square One
You're in control
Is there anywhere you wanna go?
You're in control
Is there anything you wanna know?
The future's for discovering
The space in which you travel in
From the top of your first page
To the end of the last page
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
I said I'm on the top, I can't get back
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
The first line in your first page
To the end of the last page
That you...
From the start in your own way
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
You just want
Somebody listening to what you say
Oh, you just want
Somebody listening to what you say
It doesn't matter who you are
It doesn't matter who you are
Is there anybody out there who
Is lost and hurt and lonely too?
They're bleeding all the colors into one
And a few come undone
As if you've been run through
Some catapult who fired you
You wonder if your chance will ever come
Or if you're stuck in square one.
song performed by by Coldplay
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Huckleberry
Just off of the two-lane where the school bus used to stop
Was a little wooden a-frame with a yellow tin roof top
One day it was raining on this world
She said have you ever really, really ever kissed a girl?
Baby Ill be your huckleberry, you dont have to double dare me
If the storm gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
Youre so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
Well grow up and well get married
Im gonna be your huckleberry
Later on that summer we went to the county fair
They had a brand new roller coaster and everyone was scared
It was two bucks to experience the thrill
She said come on boy lets get in line Ill ride it if you will
Baby Ill be your huckleberry, you dont have to double dare me
If the ride gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
Youre so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
Well grow up and well get married
Im gonna be your huckleberry
Snuck off on a slow dance at the junior/senior prom
Went lookin for some romance before I had to get her home
Steamin up the windows of my car
She said until I get my wedding ring boy we cant go that far
Baby Ill be your huckleberry, you dont have to double dare me
If the world gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
Youre so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
We grew up and we got married
Now look at those three little huckleberries
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Don't YOU Know? ?
Don't YOU know what YOU All are doin'?
Havn't YOU any care in YOU at all?
How do Ya' ever sleep at night?
Down this old River Walk...YOU Fall;
The Seasons they are a changin'...
The leaves of time are blowin' 'cross the plains...
Frost and icy wind comes hollerin' after YOU...
And the ole Sun is Beginning to wane;
YOU all need to face up to all of YOUR Ghosts, pronto...
YOU need to check in, on your skeletons too...
'Cause the Winter White...its a comin'...oh ya! ! !
And in the end of it all (Just past Fall) that there blame-
(Its headin' straight for YOU)
October 3,2009
From The Attic Of My Heart
With great thoughts of Tom Sawyer
And of Huckleberry Finn***
Also: Elizabeth Barrett Browning***
Robert Browning***
Their son: Paul O (C. Browning)
And With Thanks To My Very Good
Friend Nan.
poem by Theodora Onken
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Without Security
Classical,
First edition;
Noted,
Last edition;
The residence of evil! !
In your land;
Without security.
One, once!
Once upon a time;
Ice, twice! !
Being in the cold;
But, i am at the home office with my mind!
And like the call of duty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Bring It On
If I was unordinately different to what you say
Id lie, oh Id lie
If you could release me now
You know that I wont hesitate
To lie, I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on into the light
Pick me up satellite
If its wrong, make it right
Indecipherable gibberish - kind of guitar
If I lied and told you they were difficult or hard to take
Id lie, Id still lie
If you try to please me now
You know that I wont remonstrate
But lie I would lie
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it on, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
We like quiet nights on the island
? ? read by patterned stars round our head
We can reach new heights in this island
Were dragged slowly to our ? feet?
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
Bring it on, make it right
Bring it out, into the light
Pick me up, satellite
If its wrong, make it right
If I was inordinately different
song performed by by Gomez
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If it moves, salute it; if it doesn't move, pick it up; and if you can't pick it up, paint it.
There Is Nothing Wrong In Wanting
It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
Those places envisioned in one's mind,
That are traveled and far away.
So they will have a space to go...
To wallow there,
In the comfort of their sorrows.
It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
A tomorrow out of reach.
To perceive a destiny is to chase rainbows.
Carrying with them an emptiness,
That always seem to follow!
There is nothing wrong,
In wishing for the consistency of Sunshine.
There is nothing wrong in wanting,
To be showered with gold dust all the time.
There is nothing wrong,
In avoiding clouds with hopes none will come.
There is nothing wrong in wanting a life,
With a humming forever done!
There is nothing wrong to live those dreams,
In a wishful thinking of them to be...
Continually received.
It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
Those places envisioned in one's mind,
That are traveled and far away.
There is nothing wrong in wanting a life,
With a humming forever done!
There is nothing wrong,
In avoiding clouds with hopes none will ever come.
And yet they do.
And many refuse...
To stop and accept what is done.
Preferring they do instead for them,
Is a life that is on the run.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tea, Toast, and the Newspaper
I like reading the local daily paper
first I go to the football pages at the back
there you can keep up to date with the team
and see if the manager has finally got the sack.
Over cups of tea and slices of toast
I read about a robbery that's taken place
Four armed and dangerous men held up a security van
the Police have asked does anyone recognise this face?
Then I like to have a go at the tricky crossword
and now and again I've managed to fill it in
but most of the time it's far too difficult
and as for the Sudoku I wouldn't know how to begin.
But I always ignore the Read Your Stars column
as I reckon it's just a dodgy con trick
the Astrologer says your going to be out and about
but your in bed with the Flu and feeling sick.
I guess to some this sounds a bit morbid
but I like to see who's sadly passed away
so I check out the In Sympathy Page
anyway I'll be on it myself one day.
Then I go on to the Classified Advert section
as you can pick up some real bargains there
like a mobile phone and telly for twenty quid
and for a tenner an unwanted Lime Green armchair.
The letters page can some days be really lively
as there's always a reader who's livid and irate
like an elderly gentleman who blamed the Council
for his bus arriving fifteen minutes late.
So I finish off by smiling at Andy Capp
and seeing if there's anything decent on T.V.
then I look forward to reading the next edition
over slices of toast and a nice mug of tea.
poem by Kevin Halls
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City Under A Thousand Lies
Tragedy is the front page story
A city drowned under a thousand lies
And everyday we waste stalling
Is another day we loose a thousand lives
No one really seems to care
Everyone seems to want to leave them there
The city is going down in despair
And no one really seems to care
As long as it doesn’t happen to you
It’s just another front page story
Can’t really explain just how wrong that is to me
The agenda is stuck in the dirt across the sea
When the disaster is in our own backyard we aren’t ready
Quicker to act
On a battle attack
Across the world
Than thousands dying
Right here at home
Way too late to save anything
Obviously it’s too far gone
Tragedy is the front page story
Sell every fucking copy you can
The city is drowning under a thousand lies
And everyday we waste stalling
Claims another thousand lives
Caught on camera the deepest misery
Anarchy and despair everywhere
And yet even though it’s the front page story
No one really seems to care
poem by Jake Warren
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