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I go to my favourite tournament, I talk about my favourite sport and it's just a great month of parading.

quote by Boris Becker
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In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

song performed by by Zeraphine
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I have lots of favourite memories but I can't say that I have a favourite film.

quote by John Hurt
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Fat Cat

Another song of woe
Woe sounds like this
You say nothings changed, where were you when my world
Was spinning into masquerade
You claim its just a question of mathematics
I shut the door on your amateur dramatics
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, vicariously
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
And you hurt yourself
You say Im deranged, Ill admit to being strange
But I just cant stop loving you
If the light in your eyes
Addiction came as a surprise
Didnt think Id be so into you
Then you think too much
And you talk too much, so carelessly
Yeah you think too much
And you talk too much
Every word is substance free
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last, last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose
Youre the dirt on my collar
Youre the hole in my favourite shoe
Youre the last dying breath of love
Youre the weight that I need to lose

song performed by by Culture Club
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From Your Favorite Sky

Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born
Forth from joy
You're every girl and boy
You know you are, you know you are
And you dress
Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess
S'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, you know you do
Do you dare
Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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My favourite sport is cheerleading!

quote by Miley Cyrus
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From Your Favourite Sky

Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born, Far from joy
You're every girl and boy
you know you are, you know you are
And you dress, Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess, s'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, You know you do
Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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A Musical Send Off

As the funeral came to a close
his favourite record was played out loud
All Right Now by Free was his song
I'm sure his feet were tapping under his shroud.
Which made me think about my ending
and what tune would I like to pick?
it would have to be something lively
one with a nice beat and a kick.
Highway to Hell by ACDC would be bad
as that could be really tempting fate
Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum
now that would sound awesome and great.
Classical music would be too sombre
and have me turning in my grave
Stairway to Heaven by Zeppelin is better
but please no Rap, Disco, or Rave.
Something by the Beatles would be nice
or Yesterday or maybe even Hey Jude,
but definetly not the track called Help!
and a sexy song would just sound rude,
In the end I'd probably stick with a hymn
and select my favourite Amazing Grace
because I'm sure it's the Lords favourite
as after all he wrote it for all the human race.

poem by Kevin Halls
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My favourite all-time work of fiction: Lord of the Rings. My favourite all-time nonfiction book: Guns, Germs, and Steel. Ask me again next week, you'll get a different answer.

quote by Orson Scott Card
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I am not Destiny's favourite child

I may not be
Destiny’s favourite child,
But I have no doubt
I am one of a kind.

Of my imperfections
I am not blind,

But in my strengths
I do take pride.

I am what I am
I have nothing to hide.

I am my favourite
Even I am surprised.

Don’t be narcissistic
My elders sermonise.

Love yourself
Is my motto in life.

So I move with
Confidence in my stride.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Christmas Is My Favorite Time Of The Year

How wise the Wisemen
Must have been
To find the Child
In Bethlehem
He lives again
And draws u-us near-ear
Christmas time is here
A tail of love
That never dies
The laughter in
The childre-en's eyes
The child in me
Is alway-ays there
Christmas is my favourite time
Of year
The mist of wonder
Lies under my tree
The gift of memories
Is waiting for me...ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
The day will come
And soon depart
The spirit stays
To hear my-y heart
With love for people
Everywhere-ere
Christmas is my favourite time
Of the year-ear...
Christmas is my favourite time
Of the year-ear...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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A Melody In Eternity 4.29.2009

Without a new book to hold my mind and
focus my thoughts, I’m at a loose end to-
night; started singing my favourite songs
in intervals of thirds or sixes; delighted by
the vibration felt right through my being

I sometimes cry over the loss of song in
my life; I never dissolve into a song any-
more; still cherishing the melodies that
used to drive me to tears when I was
small – I SHALL become a song

A melody playing in eternity, my song shall
include all the notes from high soprano to
low bass, I shall feel the joy reverberate
through all of me until the only thing left
is the song - nothing else

Holds the same enchantment; to become
my favourite song, crying with the notes
of the sweetest melody, is my
favourite fantasy....

poem by Margaret Alice
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The Crocodile That Ate Computers

There once was a cute crocodile
He lived happily in the River Nile
He liked the river a lot and its fish
Was really his favourite daily dish.

Since school was less his favourite
He remained for a long time illiterate
How to catch fish though he knew
Albeit his days in class were very few.

But a good tutor taught him math
A genius and polymath
The teacher earnest, tried his best
Explained everything with great zest.

Yet his student was always hungry
He could listen only hardly
Once he swallowed two computers
And found tasty all the numbers.

poem by Paul Hartal
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Favourite

Why you ask me
If you are my
Favourite
Poet? :)

Even if you
Can't write
Poetry…
You'll always
Remain my
Favourite. :)

As you flow
With love
For me…
And love itself
Is poetry!

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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The Hustler

Time to get up
Make a move
Put the brain in gear
Cut the groove
Moving slow
With a smiling face
Never look like you want it
'Til it's right in your face
I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name
Well I can get all around you
While I think you stand still
The way you tell me you won't
Let's me know that you will
Last thing you tell them
Is what you came here for
The're never going to find out
'Til you way out the door
'Cos I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name
You got to love the work you do
How long it takes
Ain't important to you
Don't care whats in it
Loving every minute
Every minute, every hour
Every second of the day
Little by little
I see it coming my way
I'm the hustler
Playing my favourite game
Yeah I'm the hustler
Everybody knows my name

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Happiness (Love Poem)

Is a million memories...

Like your favourite Beatles track,
Like breakfast coffee in a Turin bar,
Like the old friends that never grow old,
Like your favourite Italian pasta in Rome,
Like summer swims in warm sea with cold rain,
Like the aria which sends shivers down your spine,
Like the magical taste of Gaja Barberesco for lunch,
Like coming home to a smiling face after a long trip,
Like your child buying you dinner for the first time,
Like how beautiful she was on your wedding day,
Like your first date movie being on TV again,
Like capturing a moment in a photograph,
Like rereading your favourite book,
Like watching Casablanca again,
Like publishing your first book,
Like living every moment...

... And a million more to come.

poem by Ian Beckett
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Smalltime Shot Away

3d :
Tucked it in
Dropped a lie
Turn me off
(I travel I travel)
We never leave each other cause we leave each other so cold
It makes a madder way
The easy part is taking yourself in
Its wartime every time
A shot away
Wipe the smile from your face
Its getting in the way
Its wartime every time
She caught me on a lie and she turned me off
She made it cold
You couldnt do it if you wanted to
(believe me believe me)
Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pillow talk every time
Get it out the way
Friction war
Shot away
Ricochet
Were like identical twins
Sucking on the same teat
Spitting out the same things
(I travel far, I travel far)
Its wartime every time
Small talk every time
Its my favourite chloroform
Its pillow talk every time
Getting out the way
Friction war
Ricochet
Lineem up and knockem down
A shot away
A shot away
A shot away
A shot away

song performed by by Massive Attack
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Well it kind of is project to project because as a writer I think you always write to some degree about things that you know or things that happened - but my favourite filmmakers, my favourite movies of theirs tend to be the personal movies.

quote by Cameron Crowe
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Gone Shootin

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car]
[to | yeah | that] I dont know
Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin band]
And never said bye bye
Somethings missing in the neighbourhood
All the cryin eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon]
Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Wrap yourself around
Like a second skin
Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag]
But she could never win
I took [your | a | her] number in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin in overdrive
Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill]
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for? [why Id thought shed even pour]
Gone shootin
Shes gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Lil child
Gone shootin
I thought that she wouldnt even know
Gone shootin
Hey look out, look out, look out, look out!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin heroin!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin loaded
Shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone
Gone shootin
Im gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She could have anyone
She sure is loaded
I used to love her so [like a rubber soul]

song performed by by AC-DC
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Travellers Tune

Where do you go buttoned in your favourite coat
Stepping out to a different world
And you might be home late
And where are you now
Staring at your favourite box
The one with the traveller's cross
On the road past the gate

But if you find yourself standing on the corner
While you're thinking of a different world
Then you might see me waiting on the corner
Staring through you in your different world

And if I could swim
Then I'd get out and find my boat
Sail away to my favourite coast
And let you all in
And if I could do all the things you're asking for
Then maybe I'd find your door
And bring it home to you

(Repeat Chorus)

So where do we go
Like two Christophers in the snow
Yeah we're blind but we want to know
Just to say I love you
And all of our lives
We'll sail through the suns and moons
To sing our Travellers Tune
Just to say I love you

(Repeat Chorus)

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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Whoooo...You are.....My Favourite dish

You are my favourite dish
You are all the chocolat that I wish
My berries and cream
My crepe suzette my caramel dream
A sugar plum fairy with a wand of spice
With cherry lips that taste so nice
You leave spaghetti marinara for dead
Even better than my favourite red
I’ll finish off this little ditty
With words I hope like you so pretty
My love so sweet with a hate of zero
Now to drink
My intoxicating cafe Nero

poem by Ken e Hall
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