A friend of ours has a hobby doing genealogy, and we found out that we were cousins in the ninth degree, that we had a common ancestor on the Mayflower.
quote by Marion Zimmer Bradley
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Do You Know Who's Livin' Next Door
So many windows
So many walls
Double lock-doors
Down carpeted halls
Somebody's crying
Somebody calls
Do you know who's
Livin' next door?
Here at the mayflower
Here at the mayflower
At the corner of main
And the road out of town
The mayflower rises
All battered and brown
A city-block deep
And a city-block wide
How many stories inside?
So many curtains
So many locks
Eyes at the spy hole
Somebody knocks
Measuring morning
On so many clocks
Do you know who's
Livin next door?
Right here at the mayflower
Right here at the mayflower
You see there's aways a change
All at once someone goes
Always new faces
That nobody knows
A panel left blank
On the board by the door
Old lovers that meet like before
So many voices
So many names
So many photos
In so many frames
Mister I know
You'll be glad that you came
Do you know who's livin'
Next door
Right here at the mayflower
Right here at the mayflower
Right here
Goin up
Welcome to the mayflower
Welcome to the mayflower
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Kissin' Cousins
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Kissin's allowed 'cos we're proud to be cousins
What's a little teasin', huggin' and a-squeezin'
Between us cousins.
Oh it's so great to be one big family
And we show it, yes we show it
You see, we never feud, we're a happy brood
Folks all know it, yes they know it
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Honey we dress and we mess
We're just cousins,
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Cousins, kissin' cousins
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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For Friendships To Be Formed
They have so much in common they love to talk football
And big names of their favourite sport they do love to recall
Though not everyone in their drinking group barracks for the same club
Football the main topic of conversation when they meet in the pub,
Birds of a feather flock together as some do like to say
And that too applies to people or so 'twould seem that way
The one interested in art does not have one who loves sports as a friend
They would find each other boring why otherwise pretend,
For friendships to be formed there must be common ground
Amongst a group of football fans a tennis fan won't be found
'Tis out of common interests that the seeds of mateship are sown
Perhaps 'tis from there the saying was born that he or she is one of our own
If we all had the same hobby how boring we would be
Our different ways makes us more interesting or so 'twould seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Angel
I found a friend
Who always knows something's wrong before I do
I found a friend
Who has listened to everything I say
I found a friend
Who is beautiful and doesn't know it
I found a friend
Who is kind, and caring, and funny
I found a friend
Who loves me for being me
I found a friend
Who tries to understand me
I found a friend
Who loves to give me compliments
I found a friend
Who keeps the guys from annoying me
I found a friend
Who loves being around me even though people talk
I found a friend
Who is kind, and mature, and amazing
These two friends
I'm lucky to have
These two friends
I will always have
These two friends
Help me in different ways
These two friends were sent to me from above...
poem by Tiana Webb
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The Tree-Frog Pedigree
Our great ancestor, Polly Wog,
With her cousin, Thaddeus Pole,
Eloped from her home in an Irish bog,
And crossing the sea on the 'Mayflower's' log,
At the risk of body and soul,
Married a Frog; and thus, you see,
How we come by a place in the family-tree
And the family name, Tree-frog.
poem by John Bannister Tabb
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The Mayflowers
Sad Mayflower! watched by winter stars,
And nursed by winter gales,
With petals of the sleeted spars,
And leaves of frozen sails!
What had she in those dreary hours,
Within her ice-rimmed bay,
In common with the wild-wood flowers,
The first sweet smiles of May?
Yet, 'God be praised!' the Pilgrim said,
Who saw the blossoms peer
Above the brown leaves, dry and dead,
'Behold our Mayflower here!'
'God wills it: here our rest shall be,
Our years of wandering o'er;
For us the Mayflower of the sea
Shall spread her sails no more.'
O sacred flowers of faith and hope,
As sweetly now as then
Ye bloom on many a birchen slope,
In many a pine-dark glen.
Behind the sea-wall's rugged length,
Unchanged, your leaves unfold,
Like love behind the manly strength
Of the brave hearts of old.
So live the fathers in their sons,
Their sturdy faith be ours,
And ours the love that overruns
Its rocky strength with flowers!
The Pilgrim's wild and wintry day
Its shadow round us draws;
The Mayflower of his stormy bay,
Our Freedom's struggling cause.
But warmer suns erelong shall bring
To life the frozen sod;
And through dead leaves of hope shall spring
Afresh the flowers of God!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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And, you know, the fact is, if you believe in evolution, we all have a common ancestor, and we all have a common ancestry with the plant in the lobby. This is what evolution tells us. And, it's true. It's kind of unbelievable.
quote by Jeff Hawkins
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Not What You See
Wait a minute baby
I'll be right back
I just gotta talk
To a friend
For a couple of minutes
I see you looking
At the two of us
And what do you see
The oldest couple at the Mayflower
Esther and Me
I push her in the chair
I know she'd walk
If she could
She says "Take your pills"
As if they do any good
I'll bet you think
That what you're looking
At is all we are
Two old people forgetting
The way we were
Sonny, no one is
What they look like
Everyone's so much more
Sonny, no one is
What they look like
And we're not what
You see that's for sure
You should have known her before
You should have known her before
Legs she had legs
That made the guys drool
And her waist was as small
As your neck
And the face and the hair
And the rest of her
And when I look at her now
I still see her young and beautiful
She's my girl and I'm her Joe
And we're not what you see
In a minute baby I'll be right back
I just got some more to say
To my young new friend here
Esther just turned 80 and I'm 83
The oldest couple at the Mayflower
Esther and me
I knew that when I saw her
We were meant to be one
She says she didn't notice me
But don't you believe her
I'll bet you think that what you're looking at
Is all we are
Two old people
Stumbling through the days
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
Everyone's so much more
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
And we're not what you see
That's for sure
You should have known me before
You should have known me before-a
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Bigotry
From each person
a thread to a common
ancestor
we have to be careful
we don't become
blinkered
from the reality
of one.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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We observe closely related species in sympatry and infer how they evolved from a common ancestor.
quote by Peter R. Grant
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I've never really had a hobby, unless you count art, which the IRS once told me I had to declare as a hobby since I hadn't made money with it.
quote by Laurie Anderson
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No Clue What Keeps Them Established
A chemistry felt,
Is not communicated in words.
Nor does obtaining a degree,
Automatically certifies one intelligent...
With common sense.
Comprehension develops with experience.
Ask anyone with a degree who still feels ignorant.
And those who have gone through several relationships...
Have no clue what keeps them established.
Many people are seeking ways to impress...themselves!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Little Friend
Manhunt to find your daughter
Buried underneath the water
Now they consult a psychic
Find how much I like it
And now I've found a little friend
It's too fast
This won't last
And to touch
Hurts too much
And now I've found a little friend
And now it's just you and me
Borrow one and we will make three
I say we steal one more
Just like we did once before
And now I thought I told her
That she won't get much older
And now I've found a little friend
And now it makes no difference
Cause I am not quite in yet
And now its on the table
Cause she's perfectly able
And now I've found a little friend
song performed by by Nickelback from Curb
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Wow What A Friend I Have Found
i travel around the world
looking for a true and faithful friend
but unfortunately for me i found none
i travel from country to country looking
for a trusting friend but found no such friend
i decided to visit all 196 countries in this
world and see if i can find a true friend
but it seems all the friends i found either
leave me with broken heart or make fun of me
i decided to be on my own
until you came along
wow what a great friend i have found!
This friend i have found won't make fun
of me neither live me with broken heart
wow this is the greatest moment of my life
i have found a true, faithful and trusting friend!
i have found the greatest friend ever
what a great friend i have found!
poem by Esther Obeng
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Mayflower
THUNDER our thanks to her—guns, hearts and lips!
Cheer from the ranks to her,
Shout from the banks to her—
Mayflower! Foremost and best of our ships.
Mayflower! Twice in the national story
Thy dear name in letters of gold—
Woven in texture that never grows old-
Winning a home and winning glory!
Sailing the years to us, welcomed for aye;
Cherished for centuries, dearest to-day.
Every heart throbs for her, every flag dips—
Mayflower! First and last—best of our ships!
White as a seagull, she swept the long passage,
True as the homing-bird flies with its message.
Love her? O, richer than silk every sail of her.
Trust her? More precious than gold every nail of her.
Write we down faithfully every man's part in her;
Greet we all gratefully every true heart in her.
More than a name to us, sailing the fleetest,
Symbol of that which is purest and sweetest.
More than a keel to us, steering the straightest:
Emblem of that which is freest and greatest.
More than a dove-bosomed sail to the windward:
Flame passing on while the night-clouds fly hindward.
Kiss every plank of her! None shall take rank of her ;
Frontward or weatherward, none can eclipse.
Thunder our thanks to her! Cheer from the banks to her!
Mayflower! Foremost and best of our ships!
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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My hobby is gardening, I love it, it's my main hobby. I like being at home and I'm very happy being in my house, I love cooking.
quote by Susan Hampshire
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My hobby of not attending meetings about recycling saves more energy than your hobby of recycling.
quote by John McCarthy
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To Be Young Again
When we are young,
we want to be older than we are,
and when we are old,
we want to be a child again.
For some of us a hobby
gives us the best of both worlds.
We can act like children
whenever we want to
without the present reality
ever intruding in on us.
So if you want to be young again
get a hobby where you can live like Peter Pan
and never grow up.
29 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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The reason to split a court is for administrative purposes, and in the past there has been much debate about the liberal decisions of the Ninth Circuit and so forth; and people have wanted to get out of the Ninth Circuit for that reason.
quote by Michael K. Simpson
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Her Poverty
her poverty always comes to them
on a Sunday
while they are contemplating on the
words of God
she is outside the door and
keeps on knocking until she gets tired
and just sits their on the porch
waiting
she says she has many stories to tell
about her miseries
they call on their Afghan hounds that bark so loud
and she is driven away
she tells the neighbors who save her that they are her cousins
of the first degree
they tell God that it is still time to pray
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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