Pam has always been my glamorous big sister - 13 years older than I. She played on the women's circuit for nine years and came home to tell me stories of France, Japan.
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Older Sister
(carly simon)
She rides in the front seat, shes my older sister
She knows her power over me
She goes to bed an hour later than I do
When she turns the lights out
What does she think about?
And what does she do in the daylight
That makes her so great?
Oh but to be, oh but to be, oh but to be, Id like to be
My older sister
She flies throught the back door, shes my older sister
She throws french phrases round the room
She has ice skates and legs that fit right in
Shes wicked to all the beaming dreamers
Wholl later boast of an evening
By her fiery side
Oh but to be, oh but to be, oh but to be, Id like to be
My older sister
And in her black gymnastic tights
She runs into some elastic nights
Sophisticated sister sings for the
Soldiers of the soccer team
Their silver i.d.s and sororities
They tinker with love in their model ts
Oh lord, wont you let me be her for just one day
She turns everybodys heads
While I wear her last years threads
With patches and stitches and a turned up hem
Oh, but to be, oh but to be, Id like to be, just once to be
My older sister
song performed by by Carly Simon
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I've played heavies for years and years and years. I was bald. I came to Hollywood. I did a play about junk. I was a pusher, so I played pushers for years and years and years. I did war movies and things like that.
quote by Gavin MacLeod
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It Is Just Like A Dream
It is just like a dream when you lack communication,
Nine years in riches as you claim it to be;
But i will like to say,
Welcome to the club.
It was the mystic of the air which sounded the echo,
Like a joyful song to see my friend once again;
Nine years in absence do tell it all.
Is it a dream or, just a trip from japan?
This is the state of my mind to the oracles.
Here he was in a different style,
It was just like a dream to me;
He saw the changes of our life styles too.
Welcome home, welcome to Ghana;
The very home you left some years ago.
What do you expect when you lack communication?
Right from the oracles to the realms at large;
How is it in Japan as compared to Africa? !
Take a clue from this and do get in touch always.
Ask 'Rocky Dawuni' and 'Kofi Annan' and,
They will tell you more about life;
My friend, welcome home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I was the youngest. The yule lamb. The one who always got away without doing the washing up. My sister was four years older, and my brother six years.
quote by Jeremy Irons
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Dilema Of Going Home
Two decades now
Have I lived in America
And my mother
Calling from far away Africa,
Also my little sister
She propably was told of America
They all weap in my
dreams these days,
They want me back in Africa
To build the threshold of my father
That is far gone in decadence.
.
Home, I am coming home
To see my mothers face again
And my little sister Franscisca
She must be a woman by now.
But tell me brothers;
How could I ever go back to Africa
When I yet do not have wings for flight?
.
What would I say to the hungry
eyes of my mother, my sister?
What would I say to friends I left
behind my Africa ten years ago?
What would I say when they asked:
What have you brought for old
buddies you left behind ten years ago.
.
Ten years is long enough time
to be away from home,
And yet have nothing to show
for the labours.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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For My Sister On Her Sixty- Fifth Birthday
FOR MY SISTER ON HER SIXTY- FIFTH BIRTHDAY
Where have the years gone?
My sister -
The most beautiful the kindest little girl on First Street Troy New York
Is sixty-five years old today-
Where have the years gone?
How can I ever thank her
For the devotion with which she cared for my parents
In those most difficult last years?
How can I ever say how much her being the only witness
Left with me of that world then
Means to me?
How can I say how happy I am for her
That she has raised with her husband
Four loving and caring daughters
That she made quite late in life
A name and career for herself?
Above all that she is still the good caring person
Who with her mother’s practicality
Makes the best of what life gives.
My prayer is for health and blessing for her
And her family
In the years ahead.
God gave me only one sister
Thank God it is Joycie.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Years We Wished Away
Sometimes we’d like to go back,
reclaim the years we wished away.
Reflecting on the fun,
we could have enjoyed
instead of trying to be
older than what we were.
Reclaim the years that were lost
to crazy wishes that we had,
thinking it was better to be
older than what we were.
Instead of enjoying our childhood
and the games, they play.
Now as we grow older
and our youth is what we grasp.
We wish that we were younger
in the cradle of our childhood
and all those precious times
in the years, we wished away.
(30 August 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Dear Motherland Of France
DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE
Our Motherland, dear Motherland,
The source of beauty and of Art,
Who but thy children understand
The love which permeates each heart!
We see, through rainbow-tints of tears,
Thy glory of a thousand years.
O country of the Great and Free,
We live for thee, we live for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
O Motherland, both blithe and brave,
What magic lies in thy name-France!
Yet can thy radiant mien be grave,
And stern thy ever-smiling glance.
And when thy sons and daughters know
That enemies would lay thee low
And dim thy fame on land and sea,
We fight for thee, we fight for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
Dear Motherland of joy and mirth,
Dear Motherland of faith divine,
A thousand years the wondering earth
Has seen thy star in splendour shine.
Still shall it see that star of France
Its splendour and its light enhance.
Dear Motherland, when it need be
We die for thee, we die for thee,
Dear Motherland of France.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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I mock when others do.
Earning was glamorous; I laboured.
Spending was glamorous; I idled away.
Losing was glamorous; I gambled.
Loving was glamorous; I pursued.
Leaving was glamorous; I pined.
Each one of them is mocked at
By those when they aren’t involved..
08.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He's only 4 years old, so I don't think he realized, you know, that I played so many years. Of course, we watch tapes here from the Stanley Cup years, but I don't think he realized how many years I played.
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I've always played with kids that were five, six, seven years older than me.
quote by Bo Jackson
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My major influence was my ten years older sister.
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Seven More Years
David I said as I lay on my bed
another years gone bye
your starting your parole in the morning they said
please tell her I'm alright
seven more years if only if she can hold on
seven more years and I'll be home again
david you got to tell her that I miss her
tell her I'll miss every day till then
but tell her it ain't so bad
and say you're my friend
say that I'm ok
and tell her too wate for me
and I'll be home again
getting home again
getting home again
david I said as he started to go
another years gone by
won't you write me some time
I'll miss you ,you know
but I'll make out alright
seven more years if only I can hold on
seven more years and I'll be home again
david you got to tell her that I miss her
tell her I'll miss her every day till then
but tell her it ain't so bad
please tell her my friend
say that I'm ok
and tell her to wate for me
and I'll be home again
getting home again
getting home again
getting home,getting home again
seven more years if only I can hold on
seven more years and I'll be home again
david you got to tell her that I miss her
tell her that I'll miss her every day till then
I only got seven more years
I only got seven more years
I know I got only got seven more lousy years
I only got seven more years
I only got seven more lousy years
[fade out]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Well I think in all the thirty years I've been doing this now and being gone from home and all that stuff it's really, it's not about what I've achieved and if I've become a better player, or played better ten years ago than I do today.
quote by Vince Gill
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A Victorian Attic, page 2 of 2
Sometimes I wonder at the speed
The years have flown, so fast;
I miss my sister, taken young,
And our childhood in the past.
The dormer attic’s gone, alas;
The great old house is too,
With all its hidden treasures,
Where I played with Sister Sue.
poem by John Bliven Morin
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The Good Memories Of What Was
I was not any use at Gaelic Football or Soccer though I played in Millstreet Townpark in the rain
And I played Soccer in Neily Duggan's Inch Field but these things I will never do again
With my young friends for us it was enjoyment but few things in life stay the same
The fire of youth in us was burning but it now is a flickering flame
We never thought about growing older the gift of youth is a great thing
Though of the past we have our memories and till death to them we will cling
The thought that we age with the Seasons does seldom enter the young mind
But the years leave us frailer and older eternal youth not for air breathing kind
But for as long as we have the gift of memory of our prime years good memories we retain
And often in our flights of fancy the past we do visit again
I still recall the joy and laughter as we chased the football up and down
On Summer evenings often wet and windy in the Townpark of old Millstreet Town
The years leave us all looking older and the clock on our lives ticking on
But the good memories of what was bring us comfort of the past to the forever gone.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Ruler Knows Us
You are three years older than Emmanuel,
And you are three years and eight months older than i am;
But Emmanuel is eight months older than i am.
This is like the game of ages around us,
But the Ruler knows us all;
And He knows when someone is born and when someone will die,
For this all about His works on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What Men Need To Know About Women
She will not be looking at you when the food arrives
She will not be looking at you in the midst of children
She will not be aware of you if there is a cat, or dog
She does not love you past three years but loves the idea of you.
She is not romantic past 25.
She does not care as much about how you look past 25. Other things come to matter more.
She talks to her friends more than you.
You like doing it, she likes foreplay.
Your choice is just for now, she is thinking, after 30, about forever
She is thinking she has allowed you to capture her.
Women choose you, not the other way around.
You are not as handsome as Ben Franklin past 45.
If she is not the star you are the villain
Learn to go blind after 45
Young women don't know how to make love, older women do
Younger men don't know how to make love, older men do.
There is no truth that can't be clouded by memory.
She remembers everything. You don't.
You fear losing your hair, women fear losing their beauty and their bodies.
The way to a woman's heart is through the restaurant menu and the beautiful house and affection.
Women talk, you don't
Women are smarter than you outside the office
Women are smarter than you in the home
Ok, you are smarter at work.
The secret of romance is her being attracted to you and you doing nothing to mess that up.
If you think sex is the key to making women fall in love with you, you'd be better off betting on chocolate-the odds are better.
Learn to like women, things work out better that way.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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How Things Used to Be
The older I get the more I think
About how things used to be
It’s almost like another life
That’s what it seems to me
We raised chickens every year
And I loved to gather eggs
Starting with a box of chicks
Watching them till adult stage
Creative games children played
No technology like these days
Monopoly and hide n go seek
Yes, they were sure the craze
My mom was there every single day
After school when we came home
A healthy snack and homework
We weren’t allowed to roam
The cars were so much different
And you couldn’t drive so fast
We’d have them for years and years
Like most things they would last
If you dig out old photographs
So many thoughts they bring
It sure is fun to take the time
And do a little remembering!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old
I have old women's secrets now
That had those of the young;
Madge tells me what I dared not think
When my blood was strong,
And what had drowned a lover once
Sounds like an old song.
Though Margery is stricken dumb
If thrown in Madge's way,
We three make up a solitude;
For none alive to-day
Can know the stories that we know
Or say the things we say:
How such a man pleased women most
Of all that are gone,
How such a pair loved many years
And such a pair but one,
Stories of the bed of straw
Or the bed of down.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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