You know it is not my interest to pay the principal, or my principal to pay the interest.
quote by Richard Brinsley Sheridan
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College
Here I am searching principal
So many lecturers are here
In this college and they
Teaches so many subjects
For allround welfare
I am wayward
I am insearch of the principal.
The college is store house of knowledge
And I am within the college
Here neither I am getting any knowledge
Nor applied any at any time at any place
Without rudimentary or basic knowledge
I am getting pain and you the principal
Without uttering a word watching all day.
The college is my phyical body
The lecturers are the saints
And I am in dark in my body
And unable to know anything
And You My lord My Atma My supreme
My LOve and Everything My principal
I am searching you day and night.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I Asked Him to Blow On It! (My First Kazoo)
I remember when I got my first kazoo,
In those days so slow paced...
I was bored to tears at recess,
When in elementary school.
We were made to think like fools then.
I am convinced of that.
So I brought my kazoo to school.
And sent to the principal's office.
And as I sat,
Watching the principal play with my kazoo.
I asked him to blow on it!
And he proceeded to believe,
I had asked him to do something else.
I had always been perceptive.
That's why in those days I was bored to tears.
So I cried!
Hating the thought of being sent,
To the principal's office!
I told one of my friends about that.
And within days...
I saw my friend's father,
Not shake...
But hold the principal's hand!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The hesitancy is in the detail, not the principal. There has been no resistance to the principal of women playing in the Open if they are qualified for it. We are not dragging our feet. It's just that we never had cause to think about it before.
quote by Peter Dawson
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Pay You Back With Interest
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
It seems unfair to leave you
And sell myself the way I do
But when my wandering is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Most of my life Ive been moving
And when I tire out Ill come home to you
But until then Ill be waiting
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
How cold is my room, (how cold is my room)
Without your love beside me
We look at the same old moon (looking at the moon)
But youre not here beside me
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
Break
Too many people need me
Ive got so much, so much to do
But when my travelling is over
Ill pay you back with interest
Ill pay you back with interest
song performed by by Hollies
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CVIII: Loyalty
Because of promise
Because of choice
Because of benefit
Because of principal
Because of faith
Because of fanatic
Because of paid
Because of love
Because of opportunity
Because of trapped
Because of guilt
Because of leisure
Because of security
Because of tradition
Because of grudge
Because of fantasy
Because of pity
Because of trend
Because of fear
Because of interest
Because..
There is actually no reason at all
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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That has to remain the principal reason for doing it, doesn't it? I know it's possible to write for money, and many very good writers have done so. But for me, it has to remain the principal thing that I actually want to do the writing.
quote by Jonathan Kellerman
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When I started Victoria Principal Products, there were 22 full-time employees - they were all women.
quote by Victoria Principal
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Smoking is the now the principal avoidable cause of premature death in Britain. It hits the worst off people hardest of all. Smoking is one of the principal causes of the health gap which leads to poorer people being ill more often and dying sooner.
quote by Frank Dobson
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Self Defeating Foolishness
No interest they have in politics.
Believing that and religion do not mix.
No interest expressed in local business.
And yet they insist...
Changes must come to exist!
No interest do they have,
With the lack of discipline shown.
And the disrespect accepted and known.
No one wishes to participate,
In doing those things that are right.
But quick they are to pass judgements.
And witness those in conflict...
As they sit and gossip as if to benefit!
No interest in progress or moving ahead.
As those who do this among them...
They do their best to keep them down instead.
And when they notice they are all of the same mind...
Knitted together by the same common thread.
They want to come together and unify!
Crying they've been left behind...
To entertain themselves,
With more nonsense to spread!
And this is done not 'some'...
But all of the time!
And they come together,
To denounce others who express,
No interest in them...
Or their self defeating foolishness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An individual, in promoting his own interest, may injure the public interest; a nation, in promoting the general welfare, may check the interest of a part of its members.
quote by Friedrich List
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No Interest to Be of Interest
No...
I have no interest.
'But I have yet to ask the question! '
No...
I have no interest,
To be of interest to know the question.
Nor can a curiosity,
Remove from me my peace of mind.
Nothing you can find to ask me,
Is going to begin with...
'I apologize! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The real challenge was to model all the interest rates simultaneously, so you could value something that depended not only on the three-month interest rate, but on other interest rates as well.
One’s interest in others
The one who has interest in your growth
Is like a shepherd, who has got interest
In the growth and safety of the sheep.
Your interest in others is likewise.
14.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The interest which lay behind Federalism was that of well-to-do citizens in a stable political and social order, and this interest aroused them to favor and to seek some form of political organization which was capable of protecting their property and promoting its interest.
quote by Herbert Croly
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You Don't Know Where Your Interest Lies
You don't know that you love me
You don't know, but I know that you do
You may think you're above me, yeah
What you think isn't always true
Don't try to debate me
You should know that I'm womanly wise
Still you're trying to manipulate me
You don't know where your interest lies
No, you don't know where your interest lies
You don't begin to comprehend
You're just a game that I like to play
You may think that my friend's all right
But I won't let friendship get in my way
No, I won't let friendship get in my way
Indications indicate
Running the same riff will turn you around
Obviously, you're going to blow it
But you don't know it
You don't know that you love me
You don't know, but I know that you do
You may think you're above me, yeah
What you think isn't always true
And you don't know where your interest lies
You don't know where your interest lies
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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The society is a necessary evil.
A lone man, with a football,
On a lone ground, when heading the goal,
Can derive no interest out of it.
He requires court, rules, competitors,
And overwhelming spectators.
You have interest in life
As, with interest, the society watches you.
The society grooms you and brooms you.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Only Show Me Interest
I would love to sit and spend more time with you.
Looking at life from your point of view.
But of late,
I am reminded doing this I have done.
With little of my own visions,
You have neither invited or have welcomed.
And if you did,
You've made many excuses...
To run to do errands,
With a wish that I would come.
Today my happiness for me has begun.
And it has taken me a while to understand,
My happiness is of no interest to you.
Unless,
Of course...
It is spent entirely catering to you,
And what it is you like to do.
No more am I in it just to give to you, boo!
You have no interest in me.
You only show me interest,
If it is a benefit to you in all that you do.
And people like you around me I don't need.
'That's not true! '
What is it that I like most to do?
'You never mentioned it.
So how would I know? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Interests make difference
Interests make difference
Between adventure and inconvenience.
Adventure is where interest is.
Inconvenience is where interest is not.
There is no difference
Between sacrifice and suffering.
Sacrifice is where interest is.
Suffering is where interest is not.
26.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love For The Interest
Too much cherubic
Always in motion
A chattering box
Producing colourful words
All the time incessant
On me you do experiment
Every word from out side
You learnt, on the processes
You have given me so many bad names
Though no words of mine you listen
Still day by day you increase
Your pretty unjustified demand
Sometimes I meet those
Sometimes I sternly reject
Your mood goes hanky panky
Starts a pang stormy in my soul
You give me a look hard scornful
Throw things at me and give threats
Of snapping ties shout and scold
Still I do not know why my love
Goes every time for you many fold.
It is perhaps the love of the interest
Of that principal money deposited
Early in the bank.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Gross stupidity
It was at a time
where you had
to wear a uniform to school,
had to cut your hair
to a predetermined length
and got caned
if you were naughty,
failed a test,
or sometimes
to let the teacher
enforce his will.
If you complained at home
about getting a hiding at school,
you would probably
get another there too
if you deserved it,
but if you were right,
were punished unfairly
or without a real cause
it was seen in a different light
and a teacher
or whoever the punisher was
would have to face
your father in a fight
and could easily
be hit into hospital.
School regulations stipulated
that you couldn’t receive
more than six whippings on a day,
but at Estcourt high school
on my first day
at the new school
in standard nine (now grade eleven)
I received twelve.
We were lining up
to go to the hall
and a prefect told me
to cut my hair
which were just a bit
longer than how
they wanted it.
I said that I would
and while we were walking
to the entrance of the hall
I was told the same thing
over and over again.
On the eighth time
I told the English prefect
in Afrikaans
not to catch the pip
which was a Afrikaans adage
for do not catch a fit.
He told me to repeat
what I had said,
which I did
and thought
that I was cursing him
and took me
to the Headboy
who was English.
Where I had to repeat
myself again
and I did
as believed in telling
the truth.
The head boy took me
to the principal,
(Mister Robert Smith) ,
who thought
that I was saying
something like
go and play
with your member.
He called in the
vice-principal
(another Englishman) ,
a man with a red beard,
who was convinced
that I was cursing,
who shoved my head
under a table
and whipped me six times.
When I explained what it meant
they didn’t believe me
and called in a teacher
who taught Afrikaans
and the principal gave me
another six whippings
for being insubordinate
and wanted to expel me
if I didn’t have my hair cut
on by the next day.
I didn’t tell my stepfather
(who wasn’t a dad to me) ,
but even he
would have sorted
the headmaster
and vice-principal out
and it would have been
the Anglo-Boer war
all over again.
At the time I thought
that I was grossly stupid,
but thinking back
the headmaster and vice-principal
was probably more so.
poem by Gert Strydom
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