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If they hadn't scored, we would've won.

quote by Howard Wilkinson
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If Hadn't Got You

If I hadn't got you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I lied all the time
If you never trusted my word
The love that we make
when feelings run high
Is all that makes sense in the world
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
If I ever go back
I'd be looking for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend wouId I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
Who's friend would I be if
I can't take a joke
If I can't pull a smile from a tear
The love that I feel
whenever you're close
Makes yesterday's hurt disappear
And I can never go back, oh no
For a moment of sweet solitude
With my head in my hands
I've been waiting for you
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in solitary
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows
So don't turn away
Never go back
Hold onto love
Cos love is all we have
Maybe you'll be lost in this world
Without me
If I hadn't got you
Whose friend would I be
If I hadn't got you
I would die in misery
If I hadn't got you
Whose air would I breathe
If I hadn't got you, yeah
If I hadn't got you
God only knows what I'd do
God only knows

song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Our managers hadn't had that kind of success - the record company hadn't, we hadn't - and the feeling was that the next record had to be even bigger, and if it wasn't it would be some kind of failure.

quote by Roland Gift
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Why Did You?

Why did you make me do it?
You know you led me on.
If you hadn’t started the way you did
I wouldn’t have that far gone.

Why did you insist?
You know my resistance is low.
If you hadn’t looked at me the way you did
it would’ve been easier to say no.

Why did you take advantage of me?
You knew that I’d give in.
If I hadn’t lost my voice just then
you would’ve heard my shouting.

Do you now regret for leading me on
and doing what we shouldn’t do?
Oh dear, you are giving me that look again,
and my voice is going too.

Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking?
Oh dear, I’ve got to go in a minute or two.
Well, if you insist in doing it again
I’ll try my best to resist you.

There you go you’ve done it again,
and I’m going to be late for my tea.
Tell me am I safe to put the kettle on,
or should I wait and see?

poem by Orlando Belo
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When You Wish

When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

Don't be the one to open doors you want left closed.
Because you wanted to be free of misery,
You wished would leave from you quickly.

Don't be the one who thinks by letting go to show.
A relationship of arguments,
Will not be ever missed.
'Cause when you wish that one to go,
That one you let go might be missed.

So when you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is...
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

When you wish,
Be careful what you wish for.
When you wish.
Try hard not to be foolish.
When you wish,
No matter what it is.
You might get it.
And wish you hadn't wished.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Well, no, I didn't because I didn't even know the nominations were coming out. I gotta say, it wasn't even on my radar. I hadn't... I hadn't even thought about it.

quote by Will Arnett
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To the one who 'ones

Sometimes I wonder what it's like
to be you - eagerly seeking out
new poems of mine and of some others, too;
triumphantly scoring them a 1,
or if they're scored already 10,
then, zap! it's down to 5.5;

or if it's already so enjoyed, it's scored two 10s,
zap! got it down to 7.0...
have a go at this one, while
it's still unscored...
the superscription calls it 'user rating' -
how can you rate it when you've haven't 'used' it?
just abused it? (You'd score it 0
or -10 if they allowed it...)

what really saddens me is that
you can't distinguish between
a bad poem and a bad poem about goodness..
so when you 1 my next poem, does that signify
the narrowness of my mind, or of yours?
Sometimes I wonder if you write
poetry of your own; and whether
your poetry improves, or worsens,
as you demote on your own private scale,
the poems of others...?
Now that's a serious thought.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I was starstruck and completely confused; making a film of this story hadn't even occurred to me, and I hadn't written a single line of the book yet. I had no idea how this man knew anything about my book proposal.

quote by Laura Hillenbrand
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Physical For An Old Woman Picked Up Wandering

Between her legs
the doctor found a goatee

gray as city pigeons
flying through factory smoke

a goatee that hadn't been combed
that hadn't been kept

that quit in fangs
an inch above her knees

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Little Jimmy's First Football Match

Jimmy just couldn't sleep
he was too excited for that
he hadn't felt like this
since he stroked a Meerkat.
His mother said as a treat
for being such a good lad
he could go to the football
on Saturday with his Dad.
His nan knitted him a scarf
in the colours of the team
and on the morning of the match
he was so happy he could scream.
So the big day had arrived
and off he went to the match
he sat with his dad in the stands
with a cup of tea and a batch.
This was Jimmy's first game
as he was only just seven
but sitting there with his Dad
he was in football heaven.
The match was brilliant
Jimmy's team scored four
and if it wasn't for their keeper
it would have been a lot more.
Jimmy's world changed that day
football was to become his life
as an adult it cost him a lot
eventually his long suffering wife.
So let this serve as a warning
football can be bad for your boy
so instead of taking him to a match
take him fishing or buy him a toy!

poem by Kevin Halls
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This is one of the factors that also made me very much want to make this film, apart from the fact that I loved it. If the boy hadn't been Jewish and the man hadn't been Muslim, it wouldn't have made any difference to the film. I don't think it's relevant, really.

quote by Omar Sharif
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My mother gave me a push. If I hadn't had her, maybe I wouldn't have had the push. If I hadn't gone to military school, maybe I wouldn't have decided to get with the program. Maybe I'd be running a bulldozer, rather than going on and doing something more.

quote by Sam Donaldson
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Jealousy [Gelozie]

If we hadn't met, my dame,
(By adventure, one fine day),
You, another guy, I say,
Would have loved and cared the same.

If I hadn't shown up, though,
You'd have given all for free,
To some stranger, not to me,
Your caresses that I know.

Maybe you'd have had a child,
Who have looked, poor wretched soul,
Like his father after all,
That birdbrain, so mean and wild.

But... we've had a nice romance
For we met that lovely day
And the fact I'm glad today, –
I would say it is by chance!

poem by George Topîrceanu, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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A womanizer

His mother hadn’t loved him
As much as she loved his brother.
His wife hadn’t loved him
As much as she loved her son.
He turned a womanizer.
09.03.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Either Way, Thanks Again

Today I can finally thank you
Thanks so much for tossing my heart in a shredder
Thanks for making me feel blown off and unimportant that one last time

If you hadn't done what it is that you did
And I hadn't said those shitty things I said

Then I would probably still be holding on
With my bare soul to a farce of a fantasy
Or maybe it was a fantasy of a farce

Either way, thanks again

(07/01/07)

poem by Indiscreet Episode
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I Love You

But somehow, the sunlight hurt.
It hurt until my face was covered
with liquid happiness and tears.
And I looked across the river
and saw us.
And saw you kill me and take
your own life.
And I screamed.
Louder than my vocal chords can handle.
Like a freight train.
You were gone when you hadn't lived.
I was gone when I hadn't told you
all that I needed to say.
All that you needed to hear.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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Two years ago I hadn't even thought of the Woman in White, and I was doing a television show and I said I hadn't found a story and the next day somebody rang me and said have you ever thought of the Woman in White.

quote by Andrew Lloyd Webber
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The World Cup, A Common Stage

The World Cup is a common stage
It is an arena for winners
and an arena for losers
Without the losers, there is no
proclamation of winners.

The winners may rejoice
to have scored more
But their victory only happens
because there are those who
have scored less.

As a common arena in life's
test of strength and wits,
the winners can rejoice
but still without forgetting
that they win because others lose.

Those who lose do no lose
their great value in that common stage.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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29th February 2012

They all lost faith in the game,
And the hope of winning the game was over!
But, i never gave up;
And i kept on pushing harder towards the goal post;
For in this life,
Nothing is impossible and, impossible is nothing! !

Forward ever!
Without looking at the right side or the left side;
So, i moved forward and kicked the ball into the net!
Then, i scored the goal to win the match.
Yes, we won the game and the Cup was given to me because,
I was the captain of the team.

It was 29th February 2012,
And we won the game at the very lasrt minute to end the game!
Yes, the very time that everybody lost hope in the game;
But i never gave up my hope and, i scored the winning goal! !

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paddy Murphy's Wake

The priest had been here earlier and the rosary was said
and relatives and friends in single file were offering condolences.
'Sorry for your troubles, ' one by one they said,
bending over Maggie Murphy, silent in her rocker,
a foot or so from Paddy, resplendent in his casket,
the two of them much closer now than they had ever been.
A silent guest of honor, Paddy now had nothing more to say,
waked in aspic, if you will, in front of his gothic fireplace.

But the hour was getting late and still the widow hadn't wept.
Her eyes were swept Saharas and the mourners wanted tears.
They had fields to plow come morning and they needed sleep
but the custom in County Kerry was
no one leaves a wake until the widow weeps.

Fair Maggie could have married any man in Kerry,
according to her mother, who almost every day reminded her of that.
'Maggie, ' she would say, 'you should have married Mickey.
His limp was not that bad, ' but Maggie wouldn't listen.
Instead, she married Paddy, 'that pestilence out walking'
as her mother often called him
even on a Sunday but only after Mass.

Maggie married Paddy the day he scored the only goal
the year that Kerry took the trophy back from Galway.
That goal was no small thing, Paddy would remind us all forever
until one of us would gag and buy him another drink.
That goal, he'd shout, was something historians would one day note,
even if they hadn't yet, and every time he'd mention it,
which was almost daily, Maggie's mother would remind her daughter
that she should have married Mickey and had a better life.
The final time her mother praised poor Mickey,
a screaming match ensued, so loud it woke the rooster
the day before her mother, feverish in bed,
gurgled like a frog and died.

This evening, though, as the wake wore on,
the mourners grew more weary
waiting for the tears the widow hadn't shed.
Restless in his folding chair, Mickey put his bottle down
and rose to give the eulogy it had taken days to memorize.
'Folks, ' he said, 'if all of us would holler down to Paddy now,
he'd holler back, I'm sure, and tell us,
despite the flames and all that smoke, that Kerry
winning over Galway is all that ever mattered, even now.
We'll always have cold Paddy over there to thank for that.'

The Widow Murphy hadn't moved all evening,
but after hearing Mickey speak, she began to rock with fury
as she raised a purple fist, shook it to the heavens
and then began to hum her favorite dirge.
The mourners all joined in and hummed along until
midnight pealed on the mantel clock and then,
as if released by God Himself, the mourners one by one
rose from folding chairs and left in single file, freed
by a hurricane of the Widow Murphy's tears.