Though I weigh only 120 pounds, when I'm mad, I weigh a ton.
quote by Thomas Starr King
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Weigh
Id like to cut your head off so I could weigh it, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six, pounds, seven pounds
Id like to go to your house and gather all your razors and pick all the
Little prickly hairs so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Id like to gather all your friends and squish them all into a small
Swimming pool so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-igh-hey?
Why weigh, why weigh?
Id like to hear my options, so I can weigh them, what do ya say?
Five pounds, six pounds, seven pounds
Why weigh on a sunny day?
So much to do, so why, why weigh?
On a sunny day, why wei-gh-hey?
Why
Oh why[x11]
Why weigh?
song performed by by Phish
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Vindicated
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been accused,
By other people for things you did not do...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Tossing and turning and can't sleep,
By those deceivers planning defeat...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
When you've been depicted to be a fool,
By others who wish to undo you...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vindicated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a feeling that is felt this is elated.
When you've been vindicated,
From those acts that can decay...
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
Vin-di-cated!
When you've been vindicated,
There's a weigh that lifts and chases blues away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Ant
little ant
hurrying
with its load
a creature
so small
weigh so heavy
on my heart
this moment
does the ant
think itself small?
weigh its desire
to live
and ours
and you will see
the common
bond between both
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Helena: Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
line from A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act III, Scene 2, script by William Shakespeare (1595)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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A Thousand Miles Away
Hurrah for the Roma railway! Hurrah for Cobb and Co.,
And oh! for a good fat horse or two to carry me Westward Ho
To carry me Westward Ho! my boys, that's where the cattle stray
On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.
Chorus
Then give your horses rein across the open plain,
We'll ship our meat both sound and sweet, nor care what some folks say;
And frozen we'll send home the cattle that now roam
On the far Barcoo and the Flinders too, a thousand miles away.
Knee-deep in grass we've got to pass—for the truth I'm bound to tell
Where in three weeks the cattle get as fat as they can swell
As fat as they can swell, my boys; a thousand pounds they weigh,
On the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.
No Yankee hide e'er grew outside such beef as we can freeze;
No Yankee pastures make such steers as we send o'er the sea
As we send o'er the seas, my boys, a thousand pounds they weigh
From the far Barcoo, where they eat nardoo, a thousand miles away.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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St. Louis was dying
St. Louis was dying
Under the weight of
Lost telephones
Thrown away by
The deaf hands of
My computer speakers
The keyboard misspelled
The noon day sun
When St. Louis was dying
Under stress of crime
Thrown into the furnace fire
Where an angel was born
To save the weigh of
Telephone wires strung
Down the dirty and dingy
Alley in the back yard of
A renovated heaven
The key board of the noon day sun
Was dying under the weigh
Of a deaf tongue moved
By the speakers speaking
In a foreign language
Only understood by telephones
In the long distend night of long tongues
St. Louis is dying
Under the weigh of
Ten cent poverty
In a ten dollar year where
The furnace is stressing
Out on crime committed
In the noon day weigh
Of heaven’s back yard
Where an angel uses
The dark and dingy telephone
To call the long distend night
Heaven is dying under the weigh of
Misspelled angels dark and dingy
And lost in t he light of my computer
Where the thrown away weigh of
Poverty is spending counterfeit
Dollars worth ten cent crimes
Dying in the heaven of
The weigh of angels
Misspelling the word tongue.
poem by David E. Patton
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The Wind with Me
The wind asks me
'How much do you feel happiness? '
Like the wind can not weigh on scales
My happiness also shouldn't weigh
Night wind swings strars
Ah, all of trees! Flame up!
To shine the all moments
Let the stars fall down
Then
When a dropp of star from your eyes
And down to the horizon
Please remind me
With beautiful tones harped by the wind
poem by by unknown author
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Weighing The Baby
"How many pounds does baby weigh -
Baby who came but a month ago?
How many pounds from the crowning curl
To the rosy point of the restless toe?"
Grandfather ties the 'kerchief knot,
Tenderly guides the swinging weight,
And carefully over his glasses peers
To read the record, "only eight."
Softly the echo goes around:
The father laughs at the tiny girl;
The fair young mother sings the words,
While grandmother smooths the golden curl.
And stooping above the precious thing,
Nestles a kiss within a prayer,
Murmuring softly "Little one,
Grandfather did not weigh you fair."
Nobody weighed the baby's smile,
Or the love that came with the helpless one;
Nobody weighed the threads of care,
From which a woman's life is spun.
No index tells the mighty worth
Of a little baby's quiet breath -
A soft, unceasing metronome,
Patient and faithful until death.
Nobody weighed the baby's soul,
For here on earth no weights there be
That could avail; God only knows
Its value in eternity.
Only eight pounds to hold a soul
That seeks no angel's silver wing,
But shrines it in this human guise,
Within so frail and small a thing!
Oh, mother! laugh your merry note,
Be gay and glad, but don't forget
From baby's eyes looks out a soul
That claims a home in Eden yet.
poem by Ethel Lynn Beers from The Home Book of Verse, American and English (1912)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Rock The Discomfort Away
The rocking movement to and fro
brings me comfort in my chair.
It soothes the discomfort in my heart
that is so hard to bear.
It dulls my mind and overtakes
the thoughts that one by one
have not subsided all day long
and weigh on me like a ton.
Now as I rock my mind is numb,
unfeeling and unmoved.
The repeating of the motion
if nothing else has proved
that the troubles that are mine
can all be rolled into one.
So I must not stop this rocking
lest they weigh on me like a ton.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Time's God.
Respect a second
Minute will mind
Honour an hour
Days will deliver
Weigh a week
Month will multiply
Weigh the wages
Year will yield
Time runs the note
Time cooks the food
Time is timeless
Time paddles the world
Time is a healer,
Healer can be only Him
There you have it!
Time's God, God's time
poem by T. Ebi Ken Jemine
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Weight Of History
However hard we try to shed
the weight of history, the last ten pounds
remain to weigh us down like lead
and spoil our taste like bitter coffee grounds.
However hard we try to mod-
ernize our diets we remain the host-
ages of history and God,
for neither disappear or can be lost.
5/5/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Davy The Fat Boy
Ive been his friend since we were little babies
I was a comfort to his mother and a pal to his dad
Before they passed away they said,
Please take care of our davy
You may be the only friend he ever will have
Davy the fat boy, davy the fat boy
Isnt he round? isnt he round?
What do he weigh folks?
Can you guess what he weigh?
Its only a quarter
Win a teddy bear for the girlfriend
Or something for the wife
You got to let this fat boy in your life
I think we can persuade him to do
The famous fat boy dance for you
Give me half a chance
I just know youll like my fat boys dance
Davy the fat boy, davy the fat boy
Isnt he
Isnt he round?
song performed by by Randy Newman
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One More Time
Im going way down south to louisiana, tonight
Well, Ill just close my eyes
And everythings alright
And though Im really far away
Ill make my get away
And no one need really
Know that Ive been gone
One more time for the good times
That far out weigh the bad
One more time for the good times
When love was all we had
Im going way down south to baton rouge
Well, Ill just close the door
And turn out all the lights
And all the images dance by
Of folks and friends who lie
Back home where things are slow
And easy going
One more time for the good times
That far out weigh the bad
One more time for the good times
When love was all
When love was all
When love was all we had
One more time
song performed by by Carpenters
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That which we are ruled by
The hands on the clock
weigh a thousand pounds
from holding up all these fervent lives
Time, no one ever ruled the world
quite like you can
Wearing your crown
comprised of everyone's regrets
Time is a friend of mine
that I never see
but I can always feel the pressure
of his company
I admire his loyalty
Never letting a moment pass him by
and I know he holds hands
with both life and death
because they all need each other
in order to exist
Time makes the idea of infinite
so intangible
but we owe him the world
because he shows us
how rare it is to be alive
poem by Vanessa Grixti
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Fertile Lands and Mammoth Cheese
In barren district you may meet
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots.
But in conditions such as these
You cannot make a mammoth cheese,
Which will weigh eight thousand pounds,
But where large fertile farms abounds.
Big cheese is synonymous name,
With the fertile district of the Thame,
Here dairy system's understood,
And they are made both large and good.
poem by James McIntyre
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99 Pounds
I tell ya shes a heart breaker
And you cant tell me she aint
Theres a little devil in her
Under all that powder and paint
And she can hang you up every night
And get you so uptight
Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
Shes 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
I tell you half a ton of sugar aint half as sweet as her
She can change and rearrange you
Till you cant tell what you were
And it dont even pay to fight
cause she dont know wrong from right
Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
Shes 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
And she may look like an angel
But shes made out of tnt
Shes a little bitty thing and she ? ? ? ?
Yeah but when she holds you tight
Shes some kind of outa sight
Shes 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
I said 99 pounds of some kind of dynomite
I said 99 pounds, I said 99 pounds,
song performed by by Monkees
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See and Understand
I want you to see and understand
The burden on my heart and brain
The burden which weigh more than my body
The burden which weigh more than the mountains
The burden that no one else can feel, except me
The burden which vague everything, even me
But
Everything is invisible and hidden behind so many curtains
Whenever I try, something stops me to be open in front of this world
May be this world don't care and don't want to see, what's inside
Thoughts and tears are my biggest treasure
The treasure no one can steal
Because no one wants to be under that burden
I want you to see and understand my silence as well
Because this silence wants to reveal a lot of things
This silence wants to be heard and fell
It is killing me, it's want to be free and this silence wants to fly in the sky
This silence which is getting rebellious now
This silence don't want to be controlled
It's making me helpless and weak
It wants to be broken now, like a mirror
And every shattered piece of that mirror will be unique
Understand my silence
poem by Talat Jehan
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99 Lbs
Written by: d. bryant
Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
Shes got in each and every kiss
You wouldnt know what Im talking bout
If you never had a love like this
Well, I dont mean to be frank with you all
Its a natural fact
Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
Well you cant argue with that
Oh, oh, yeah
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got in each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
cause I was the one running round town worrying too much
Twenty-four pounds of sunday
That I cant see, yeah
And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
Oh, Im talking about a feline friend
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
song performed by by Black Crowes
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It may not pay to weigh everyone in the same scales.