The very quick and high sales of the book caught us off guard, but fortunately we got the second edition from the printers at the end of last week and the shops should now be stocked again.
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Guardian Angel
Be my guard just for tonight, that is all Im asking for
Take me under your wing, I cant make it anymore
I am so full of fear, may you read a book to me
And when the shadows grow wont you stay with me
Will you be my guard tonight. that is all Im asking for
Will you be my guard tonight, that is all I need to know
Be my guard beside my bed, that is all I need to know
Will you please hold my hand, dont you ever let it go
All the wonders of the world for a little second more
I cant speak but cant you see, its your touch Im crying for
Will you be my guard tonight. that is all Im asking for
Will you be my guard tonight, that is all I need to know
Be my guard just until dawn, when I can hear the birds again
Im as helpless as can be, will you guard my little flame
If we never meet again, you shall always keep in mind
That you were my guard tonight, that you were my guard tonight
Will you be my guard tonight. . .
song performed by by Alphaville
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I went round the keyboard-type shops
But they only stocked qwertyuiop s...
Well, I ask you - if we
Can't read straight, ABC
Our schooling is fooling. Full stop.
quote by by Michael Shepherd
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Your Book
Strangers came into the apartment
walked right to the bookshelf
to spill beer on your book.
Your book on a hook dangling off the roof
attracted a white horse to the door.
Your book emitted physical waves
into the air, drying my hair.
You climbed a tree to write
your book where you wouldn't be seen.
There was no tree there
until you made it.
The shimmering leaves seemed to be powered by light.
The tree shuffled this light onto strings.
The strings hung from the air.
The printers sewed your book together with them.
poem by Matthew Rohrer
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Australian SF book publishing has undergone a boom recently, and sometimes it's easier for new writers to sell a book to a local publisher first, which then makes a US edition more likely.
For my wrap present, Colin Farrell gave me a first edition book. I got so involved with this character and I was so sad when the movie was over that when I got home and I tried to read the book I got really emotional and I started crying.
quote by Salma Hayek
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I recently did the David Letterman Show about my book. He was very serious and made no jokes and it caught me off guard a little bit. He was much more serious than some of the joke shows that journalists get on.
quote by Bob Woodward
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
song performed by by Donna Summer
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On The Rails
Phew! This department if so unbearably stifling,
The whole populace is frantically rifling,
Through loads of clothes, hanging up for inspection,
Either for your acceptance, or for your rejection,
On the rails,
At the Sales!
The available sizes left, are eight's and eighteen's,
In shirts, blouses, jumpers and denim blue jeans,
Bra cups in E's and F's and G's.
Skirts so short, they ride way above the knees,
What sort of 'shapes' are these stores expecting,
What choice, have we, when it comes to selecting,
From the rails,
At the Sales!
It's a manic crush, and there's really no mistaking,
Fighting over, items' that aren't worth the taking,
Like that half price dress, that was less than you thought,
But that someone else has just grabbed and has bought,
So quick, and you being just a little bit too slack,
You have lost it, and it won't now be yours, with diamante in black,
Off the rails,
At the Sales!
Oh! It's a battle, and such a mad struggle to survive,
And in the end, it takes so many hours to revive,
Your senses, and days like this one can be so tiring,
When buying these bargains, which you have stood there admiring,
Hung on rails,
At the Sales!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Well all the big companies are really panicked by the internet thing and all that, and sales went down, although sales have gone up again in this country a bit and also the big companies, because they're so big, they need big sales really so they're not really interested.
quote by Jack Bruce
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If You Hate Poetry
i have read that somewhere,
if you hate poetry
you have to get
this book,
buy it, and
you will love
it.
sales talk.
if you really hate poetry,
why buy
a book of poetry?
you may dislike me
but poems
are nothing but
spits
of something
that you do not
want to stay
inside your throat
all i need
is a little relief
from this
urge to vomit
and here you
are
reading mine.
(i am
laughing)
so do you really hate
poetry?
k, buy that book
you will really
love it
(the book)
and hate the more
what you hated most.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm waiting for you,
Fortunately you passed by,
I caught myself smile.
haiku by Geovanni Leaño
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A Glutton's Lament
Why did I have that last slice of cake
When I'd already eaten enough?
I'm doubled up now with acute tummy ache
And I'm feeling so horribly rough!
Why, when I'd had much more than my share
Did I wolf down that trifle so quick?
I'd eaten my meal, and the leftovers there.
Now I'm think that I'm gonna be sick!
Why, oh why, did I have treacle tart
With custard piled on inches high!
It feels like my abdomen's coming apart
And I'm sure that I'm going to die! ! !
Was it only last week that I said I would quit:
I'd give up the binge-ing and diet?
Well, I'm going to start now, to get myself fit! !
Yes,
Next week, I'll certainly try it! ! ! !
poem by Dawn Ferrett
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The people that are running the bulk of the comic shops in North America aren't business people and they don't understand sales. They don't understand good product.
quote by Rob Walton
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I don't care whether a book is a first edition or not. I'm not a bibliophile in that word's natural sense.
quote by Norman MacCaig
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At St. Francis de Sales in Atlanta, we do not have an organ. We do not have rehearsals during the week. We do not have a professional choir.
quote by Richard Morris
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The Supermarket
I paid a visit to the shops,
On the arrival my wits died;
Money was exercised and I was made,
My own business stayed in the eyes,
The money made me rich and also richer.
No game was in the air, the shops,
The shops, and more shops.
This was a supermarket bustling with goods,
Food employed me to encounter it,
The wit of dying came to ruins,
The care of dying was living,
And this was the supermarket.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A good discourse is that from which nothing can be retrenched without cutting into the quick.
quote by Saint Francis de Sales
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Nothin At All
I would walk home every evening
Through the pyramids of light
I would feed myself on silence
Wash it down with empty nights
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no its so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Now I walk home every evening
And my feet are quick to move
Cause I know my destination
Is a warm and waiting you
From our first communication
It was clear
Any thought of moderation
Would soon disappear
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, its so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
Then your innocent distractions
Hit me so hard
My emotional reaction
Caught me off guard
It was nothing at all
Like anything I had felt before
And it was nothing at all
Like I thought no, its so much more
No one else has ever made
Me feel this way
When I asked you how you did it
You just say
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
It was nothing at all
song performed by by Heart
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Without Security
Classical,
First edition;
Noted,
Last edition;
The residence of evil! !
In your land;
Without security.
One, once!
Once upon a time;
Ice, twice! !
Being in the cold;
But, i am at the home office with my mind!
And like the call of duty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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How Can I Refuse
Wake me up with laughter
Wrap me in your arms
This ain't no morning after
Never been so warm
It didn't take so long
For us to feel this way
Can a good thing last
Longer than a day?
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
I could get addicted
To your energy
The way you take me over
Pulling on me
Our hearts beat together
Our timing is the same
Can I trust my feelings
Save myself the pain?
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
We could share the mystery
Spare ourselves the misery
Discover it again every day
We could take love all the way
Where do we take it now
Now that we caught fire?
Will something greater grow
Out of this desire?
Should I drop my guard
At the risk of being used?
But the way you do those things to me
How can I refuse?
song performed by by Heart from Passion Works
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