There's one thing about baldness, it's neat.
quote by Don Herold
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Baldness
Of your fathers gone by,
Where are they now?
Of your mothers gone by,
Where are they now?
Like the baldness on one's head because,
Man does not live forever!
You are the son of Hystaspis,
And you have a turban upon your head;
But do speak the truth always!
Because, life in the city is full of the truth.
Of the old men and women,
Living in the city of truth;
But like the tents of Cushan in afflection,
So is the baldness now upon the earth.
The earth is divided by rivers!
Like the sweet wine from the mountains;
And the waters of the sea do pave the way like,
The buying of the poor with silver!
But like the day that i became a foreigner,
My feet became like that of a deer.
Baldness is upon the earth like,
A basket full of sweet fruits;
But to buy the needy for a pair of shoes is like,
The sadness in every man's home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The idea that you can make love and not war really is pretty neat. That thing in Korea, the thing in Israel - that's all over the world. There must be a new way of thinking.
quote by F. Murray Abraham
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This movie is a toupee made up to look like honest baldness.
quote by Pauline Kael
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Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It's OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.
quote by Hedy Lamarr
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Summer 1
Blue shirt with badge
Neat dress, neat hair
Announcing God
As an excuse?
poem by Michael Oliver
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There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
quote by Logan P. Smith
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Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.
quote by Johnny Vegas
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It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.
quote by Marcus Tullius Cicero
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Aging Gracefully
You asked if I'd still love you if you lost all of your hair
Your baldness seems a tragedy: you want more fullness there.
It's strange the way we always wish for what we seem to lack
And anything that goes away is what we'd welcome back.
But hair-well that might be a different story all together
We grow it long or cut it short depening on the weather.
In time, it seems to him there's no such thing as too much hair
She spends her evenings waxing and goes shopping for more Nair.
It really is amusing as we old folks go to bed
She has too much; he has too little hair upon his head.
Perhaps a doctor may invent a way we all can win
By building him a grand toupee with hair plucked from her chin.
poem by Suzanne McNamee
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The thing about democracy, beloveds, is that it is not neat, orderly, or quiet. It requires a certain relish for confusion.
quote by Molly Ivins
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Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.
quote by Matthew Arnold
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That's the really neat thing about Dan Quayle, as you must have realized from the first moment you looked into those lovely blue eyes: impeachment insurance.
quote by Barbara Ehrenreich
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Diary of a Nine Day Poet
Today (Day 1) I writed stuff I thort was pritty neet
I wanna do this poet shit, so that I can complete
Today (Day 2) I wroted tings I thawt was really neat
I one ta do these poem stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 3) I wroted down some things I thawt was neat
I want to do some poet stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 4) I wrote some things I thought was pretty neat
I want to do some poetry just so as I’ll compete
Today (Day 5) I’ve written things I think are fairly neat
I want to write poetically so that I can compete
Today (Day 6) I’m writing verse that is a poets treat
Expressing so poetically; you really can’t compete
Today (Day 7) One is just the best that one can be
I’m thinking other lesser folk should focus just on me
Today (Day 8) I give critique whilst looking down my nose
“One shouldn’t stand illiteracy – Does really one suppose”
Today (Day 9) Ones course is done, one writes on this and that
One’s still unread but now one wears a cloak and silk cravat
poem by Stephen Stirk
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Sophia’s Fool’s-Cap
SOPHIA was a little child,
Obliging, good, and very mild,
Yet lest of dress she should be vain,
Mamma still dress'd her well, but plain.
Her parents, sensible and kind,
Wish'd only to adorn her mind;
No other dress, when good, had she,
But useful, neat simplicity.
Though seldom, yet when she was rude,
Or ever in a naughty mood,
Her punishment was this disgrace,
A large fine cap, adorn'd with lace,
With feathers and with ribbons too;
The work was neat, the fashion new,
Yet, as a fool's-cap was its name,
She dreaded much to wear the same.
A lady, fashionably gay,
Did to mamma a visit pay:
Sophia stared, then whisp'ring said,
'Why, dear mamma, look at her head!
To be so tall and wicked too,
The strangest thing I ever knew:
What naughty tricks, pray, has she done,
That they have put that fool's-cap on? '
poem by Ann Taylor
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This limerick goes in reverse
Unless I'm remiss
The neat thing is this:
If you start from the bottom-most verse
This limerick's not any worse.
by Zach Weiner from Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
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Busy Booked Hooker
Dressed nice and neatly.
She looked so hot.
With a weave that fizzled.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
With composure there.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She avoided disaster.
Dressed nice and neat,
She played it sweet,
And undeterred.
She had wisdom and the drive...
To keep my interest flowing.
While 'peaking' as I'm growing,
To maximize the widening of her thighs.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
With composure there.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She avoided disaster.
Dressed nice and neat,
She played it sweet,
And undeterred.
She had wisdom and the drive...
To keep my interest flowing.
While 'peaking' as I'm growing,
To maximize the widening of her thighs.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She was not that sweet.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
She was a noonday hooker.
Dressed nice and neat,
Dressed nice and neatly.
Just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.
She's just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.
A busy booked hooker
On a call,
To meet.
She's just an overbooked hooker.
On a call,
To meet.
A busy booked hooker
On a call,
To meet.
A crooked booked hooker,
On a call,
To meet.
A crooked busy hooker,
On a call,
To meet.
A busy booked hooker,
On a call,
To meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Take It Or Leave It
How come he enjoys himself not me? (I dont know)
How come she smiles a good morning to me?
How do they make a hard days work easy?
Tell me something Ill put it to the test
Take hold of yourself and you will see
How lucky we are to be free,
Now you take for granted,
Life and country.
How come he jokes with friends but not me?
How can she sing out of tune not me?
How do they find time for kids on sunday?
I cant express uncalled for agress,
Youre in one-way traffic cant you see?
Before a head-on crash steer free,
When if its too late,
Dont come and cry to me.
How come they get on with but not me?
How can they walk arm-in-arm happily?
How does that old boy dance down the street?
Tell me something Ill put it to the test,
Take hold of yourself and you will see,
How lucky we are to be free,
Now you take for granted,
Life and country.
How come we never get on you and me?
How can we find out the remedy?
How does that old ladys home look neat?
How does that old ladys home look neat?
How does that old ladys home look neat?
song performed by by Madness
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Justice Arnett
It is true, fellow citizens,
That my old docket lying there for years
On a shelf above my head and over
The seat of justice, I say it is true
That docket had an iron rim
Which gashed my baldness when it fell --
(Somehow I think it was shaken loose
By the heave of the air all over town
When the gasoline tank at the canning works
Blew up and burned Butch Weldy) --
But let us argue points in order,
And reason the whole case carefully:
First I concede my head was cut,
But second the frightful thing was this:
The leaves of the docket shot and showered
Around me like a deck of cards
In the hands of a sleight of hand performer.
And up to the end I saw those leaves
Till I said at last, "Those are not leaves,
Why, can't you see they are days and days
And the days and days of seventy years?
And why do you torture me with leaves
And the little entries on them?
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Attention
Attention, tent, ten, net, ant, ion, ton, not, on, no, at, it, neat, tone, eat, ate, tea;
But don't eat to the full to become a fool! !
For, outside are many eyes watching your steps to whatever that you do.
Of the sea and the river,
Of your love and your muse,
Of the people and the wages of war!
But the waters of love are closer to us all if only if we do the right thing;
And like the supplication of your righteous works in the land of joy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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