I am happy to receive any items of jewelry.
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Jewelry
I know that Im a diamond
But you dont gotta treat me like one
I know I shine like platinum
And Im about as real as they come
And I dont like the way youre doing me
You wear me then you put me away
Cant come out until you want me
And I cant let you keep it this way
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
This has become a problem
You watch me like youre security
You place me under lock and key
Like someones gonna run away with me
You keep the same old stories
You say that youre protecting me
But you only worry how long before you lose me
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
Im not your jewelry, dont put me on display
You make me feel like Im your property
Why dont you show me some respect
So now make your decision
Do you think that you could untie my hands
You know that youd be stressing
If you were no longer my man
And theres no combination
I can leave you anytime that I choose
So if you dont believe me
I guess you will just look like a fool
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
I dont like the way that you be shining me
You be treating me like jewelry
Then you turn around and you stash me
You be treating me like jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
You make me feel like Im your jewelry
song performed by by Nivea
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Mirror Song
I know that I should think about giving
And think about
Helping out
And think about
Think about living
But I can't seem to resce myself
What about my bank account
And my holy desert shield
That keep me dry under the arms?
Flags and mental jewelry's all I know
And they keep me happy and warm inside
So I said unto this man
"Who are you and where do you come from?"
And he proceeded to tell me many things
But I said nothing at all
For the flower in the corner by the room
In the window and the sun
Said it all
At leas they said they would
Said they could
Mama said they would
Do me good
song performed by by Live from Mental Jewelry
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Bora Bora 2005
In a taxi I did ride,
having such a fun time.
It was Bora Bora the island
in the south.
It was such a fun time
without a doubt.
Driving with a guy in a dress,
you don't believe me?
Oh, yes…
His boyfriend was in the backseat.
Wholly pete! but he was really sweet,
and small as can be.
Drove up the mountainside,
ate mangos and saw
skirts made with die.
Then I did shop and buy,
something that caught my eye.
A straw hat for my puppet,
she wore it sitting on a tuffet.
Taxi driver did receive,
button of me and Melodie.
Same with people off
the cruise ship,
they video taped me
taking a dip.
At Bora Bora's hotel,
please don't tell.
For I did crash the beach,
with my doll Mel.
Then a lady at pearl jewelry store,
recognized me from before,
but couldn't think of what for.
She's sitting in the executive suite
thought I was sweet and as a treat,
I could stay in Bora Bora for free.
Jewelry lady did finally realize,
she saw me on the button
buttoned to dress of taxi guy,
happy with all smiles and sunshine.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Retailing, it's always true that there is some items that I wish we had a lot more of like the iPod and there is some items I wish we had a lot less of.
Entropy theory, on the other hand, is not concerned with the probability of succession in a series of items but with the overall distribution of kinds of items in a given arrangement.
quote by Rudolf Arnheim
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Our variety is one of the key reasons our customers love us. We continue to provide all of the menu items they love, while also offering new items to try.
quote by Kenny Harrison
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Bora Bora Button
Riding in a taxi around the mountain side
I was in Bora Bora have a very funtime.
I was with Melodie and Razel who wore
their island gowns-
we were being driven all around Bora Bora's towns.
Taxi driver was sweet and Melodie said so
she gave him a button that sparkled not glowed.
He wore on his dress to the Pearl Jewelry store,
the pearl jewelry owner remembered Melodie
who she adored.
For we met her in the airports first class waiting room
she recognized Melodie first as Melodie sang her tune.
Jewelry store lady said "I saw you on a button when the
taxi driver came in—he was very happy to have met you both—
he is a true fan."
One day I will go back and visit, I hope his button is holding up
if not I will give many more he can wear around to the shops.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Little Wish of Mine
a little wish of mine
Congratulation! May you achieve a new vision!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you cross the line of success!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you get a new purpose in life!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you receive new people!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you fill up your ambitions!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you swim across the ocean of tears!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you get what you deserve for!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you be the pole-star for the wandering people!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you knit new relations with the thread of love!
At this happy b'day
Congratulation! May you get the true fruit of your true task!
At this happy b'day
And now
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
P.K. Verma
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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This is the happy moment
This is the happy moment
When you stay on my tongue
This is the happy moment
When you live in me
This is the happy moment
To come to the church
This is the happy moment
To sing you the glory
This is the happy moment
To sing the Psalms
This is the happy moment
To listen to your word
This is the happy moment
To say thank you
This is the happy moment
To receive you
This is the happy moment
To live with you
Amen
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Left Behind
Sometimes when people are leaving a train,
Behind them, personal belongings still remain.
It is totally amazing what items are found
Each day, on London's busy Underground.
The shelves at Lost Property are very neatly lined,
With an array of items, that people have left behind.
Here are just some of the things, they have retrieved;
Some items really have to be seen, to be believed!
School bags, containing a flask and lunch box,
A stuffed Japanese puffer fish, and a stuffed fox.
Purses, leather wallets, and bunches of keys,
Hats, scarves, gloves, and numerous brollies.
Walking sticks, crutches, and the odd wheelchair,
An array of children's toys, including teddy bears,
Briefcases and folders, containing important notes,
A selection of clothing, including jumpers and coats.
iPads, iPhones, memory sticks, and laptops,
A collection of shoes, socks, and flip-flops.
A whole library of books: fiction and fact,
Suitcases and holdalls, still neatly packed.
Works of art, by artists, both modern and old,
Many items of jewellery, both silver and gold.
Prosthetic arms and legs, and sets of false teeth,
Bags of groceries, including joints of fresh beef.
Cameras, video-cams, and pairs of sunglasses.
Baby buggies, skateboards, train and bus passes.
Hundred of items are left behind every single day;
To Lost Property, these items soon make their way.
Some items, with their owners, are soon reunited;
Owners are very clearly relieved and delighted.
Some items wait for many weeks for collection;
For them, nobody seems to show any affection.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Marcello Jewels
Marcella Jewels is an antique and jewelry
store on Lake Ave.
He has interesting items like a silver knight with metal abs.
He has a print of Marilyn Monroe,
I would like to have it,
I have a smaller print in a postcard though.
Now I sold my ring to Marcello for he gives the best price around,
I had enough money to my cell phone back on.
He also gave me a big book called,
Bicential Times
I remember the Bicentennial
It was in the year I was one year pass the age of nine.
Now, I also worked for Carol
who had a flower shop which was next to his slace,
She now works out of her house,
and slowed down her pace.
Marcello has 2 sweet children and a wife,
I wish them the best and they have a prosperous life.
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 25, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Quickborn
'Quickborn', quick, born, Quinn, corn, knob, rob, Nick;
In power and with your body language to control the people around you!
But, put your items over here not to disturb your neighbour's property.
'Quickborn', bin, in, Inn, on, kin, Rick, cob, brick, or, no!
But, just a young adult like your type;
So, do not disturb your neighbour with your items.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gifted with Choices to Choose
Were you not...
Gifted with choices to choose.
And were you not...
Given what it is to refuse.
Were you not...
Happy.
Were you not...
Pleased,
To receive.
Were you not...
Doubting what it is you should do.
Were you not...
Undecided too.
And were you not...
A bit conflicted.
As you sat to give more time to reminisce.
You have a voice.
Did you use it or abuse it.
Did you voice,
Your objectives.
Or did you just complain and whine...
As you left those reasons you found behind.
Were you not...
Gifted with choices to choose.
And were you not...
Given what it is to refuse.
Were you not...
Happy.
Were you not...
Pleased,
To receive.
Like many who take for granted,
The air they breathe.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diamente - Shopping
Shopping
Fun, Exiting
Running, Squealing, Spending
Malls, Girls, Jewelry, Make-up
Looking, Eating, Talking
Happy, Rewarding
Shopping
poem by Brooke Freeman
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Oh Yes, I'm So Happy!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to hear your lies
i'm so happy
surprise!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you tell lies on me
i'm so happy
see?
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you call me names
i'm so happy
i'v fame!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you break your promises
i'm so happy
i'm joyous!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you gave me some attention
i'm so happy
i'm in heaven!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause i get to be used
i'm so happy
i'm amused!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you spare me a few minutes
i'm so happy
i must be nuts!
oh yes, i'm so happy
cause you let me love you
i'm so happy
i'm through with you!
oh yes, if i was so happy
cause of you
i'll be happier
now without you!
poem by Sandy Nobody
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I Walk And Am Happy-I Have Been Given So Much In My Life
I WALK AND AM HAPPY
I walk and am happy
I have been given so so much in my life-
And yet I want more-
What is Man that Thou are mindful of him?
I have been given so much
And yet there is always the next something
Or the long –longed for and never given something
That does not free me.
I walk and am happy
And for a time
Forget my own unhappiness-
But I know that restlessness will soon come again
And I in my desire and longing
Will inwardly and deceitfully believe-
‘If only I receive the one thing I want’
All will be well forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Love of the Truth
'They perish because they did not receive the love of
the truth, that they might be saved.' 2 Thess.2: 10
There is a receiving of 'the truth', and a receiving of
'the love of the truth'. These two things widely differ.
To receive the truth will not necessarily save; for many
who receive the truth, never receive 'the love of the truth'.
Professors by thousands receive the truth into their
judgment, and adopt the plan of salvation as their creed;
but are neither saved nor sanctified thereby. But to receive
'the love of the truth' by Jesus being made sweet and
precious to the soul, is to receive salvation itself.
'Yes, He is very precious to you who believe.' 1 Peter 2: 7
(J. C. Philpot, 'The Valley of Achor' 1861)
poem by Mary Wismer
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I Receive
This beautiful gift You have given me...
I receive.
And grateful I am blessed,
It is yet from the peak...
Of its bloom unfolding.
I receive this breath of life You give.
I admit I am inquisitive...
To witness an obstacle that sits.
And You assist with a lift of it,
Off my path.
The faith I have,
Does not ask of You how this is done.
I receive my challenges,
In all ways they come to be wrapped.
To let me know my life...
Is full of assorted delights.
Some I may or may not like,
But they are mine.
And I receive what it is You wish for me.
In prayer everyday in the way I know I can...
I thank You.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burns Of Hatred
You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
without telling.
Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn
space which does not crack.
Betraying the anger, words feel sick.
I was trying to decipher the moist
corners of eyes.
I will wait till sunset, when
I will call for the night and take off
my shadows and dropp petals
one by one and come out
in hot sun to receive the
burns of hatred.
It was not easy. Tulips were in full bloom
and my tracks were warm.
There were false shades
all around the garden.
poem by Satish Verma
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Flashy Sadie
Rings on her fingers, pearls at her neck
so much jewelry she loved to collect.
It made her feel like an elegant lady.
Everyone knew her as 'flashy Sadie.'
She wore rubies, sapphire and jade.
Her wrists all encircled with bracelets that played
all up and down her arms as she moved,
glittering in the sunlight which just proved
she would feel naked without all her jewels.
She would be just like the other poor fools.
She'd been collecting this jewelry for many long years.
She polished and shined them and the worst of her fears
was being without them. What would she do?
She'd be plain old Sadie who nobody knew.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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