Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
quote by Robert A. Heinlein
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Salvation
if reincarnation
be true, how many
men, women, dogs, cats
pigs have to die before
a single soul is saved?
i would say Poor cats,
poor dogs, poor poor animals
and lucky you soul...
there is a crowd to work
for your salvation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Blessed Cats and Dogs
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
Causing the country to insist
What the blows are to the chest.
Why do little angels work so caressed?
Making the country to assist
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
My soldiers in the army are with a blood test,
Keeping lines and dictation as a checklist,
What the blows are to the chest.
Amazed by the brilliance of those in the contest,
Canine help became something to co-exist,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
May service feed the animals of conquest,
Domestic keepers will arrive at their crest,
What the blows are to the chest.
We see, we know the animals are depressed,
May loving people take a goodness as a list,
What the blows are to the chest,
Cats and dogs, aren’t they blessed?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Power Of Love
Oh oh
Wee-ell-Now!
Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come
Relax don't do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Relax don't do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come
Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
I'm coming
I'm coming-yeah
Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come
Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
Get it up
The scene of love
Oh feel it
Relax Relax Relax
Higher higher Relax
Hey-
Pray
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Crazy But Happy.....
how come that we save money
like it is a morsel that we even refuse
to feed the dogs and the cats?
how come that we spend the same
in a night like it were raining dogs and cats?
crazy? yes, crazy, but
happy.
period.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Women and cats in the house, men and dogs in the street.
Women and cats do as they damned well please, and men and dogs had best learn to live with it.
quote by Alan Holbrook
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Two cats and one mouse, two women in one house, two dogs to one bone, will not agree long.
Like Cats And Dogs
like cats and dogs shall we
be in the morning till nighttime
that is how they want to see us,
in a brawl, a fight, an argument
a wrestle, a push and pull,
but whew, time gets so tired
too, and well, we got to talk
and settle the inevitable,
tonight we shall give them
rain, and again, as they
expected, we shall be
like, sort of, raining
cats and dogs, but this
time, we shall be inside
a dark room, we shall
try how is it just to listen.
you know what i mean,
unrobe me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cats In The Well
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
The cats in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.
The cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cats in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She aint hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin her deep.
Bridge #1:
The cats in the well and grief is showing its face
The worlds being slaughtered and its such a bloody disgrace.
The cats in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cats in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley sally is doing the american jump.
Bridge #2:
The cats in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cats in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full
Bridge #3:
The cats in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.
The cats in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cats in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Drama With Cats
Dramatists reign over the people in print,
This surprising past contaminates the soul-like
Beings called Life.
The jeopardy of a cat is the cleverness
Attached to the brain that it hoists
In these jungle manners, juggling away
The night.
A ball has been placed on its head,
After the rush of dazed behemoths,
Carrying forever the trails of a certain
Sentence such as this residue.
Sculptors misname their cats and dogs
After a deity, and this spells a stroke of kindness
On the gentle furry animals
Of the past and future.
May we enlighten the world with residue
And residences that have paws like
The big men and the bigger women.
Once a cat, always a cat, and I know my godly
Workers in the end and at the end.
Lulling one sight is lulling the other,
Cats mow down the lawns
And dogs shall bite, obliterate and run.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Relax
(gill/johnson/otoole)
Oh oh
Wee-ell-now!
Relax dont do it
When you want to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Come-oh oh oh
But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention-ooh yeah
Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams
Im coming
Im coming-yeah
Relax dont do it
When you want to go to it
Relax dont do it
When you want to come
Relax dont do it
When you want to suck it to it
Relax dont do it (love)
When you want to come
When you want to come
When you want to come
Come-huh
Get it up
The scene of love
Oh feel it
Relax relax relax
Higher higher relax
Nows the time, its party time
Hey
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Cats are smarter than dogs. You can't get eight cats to pull a sled through snow.
quote by Jeff Valdez
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Raining cats and dogs and I am with you
Raining cats and dogs
And I'm with you
I'm Not telling a lie
And it is true.
Breaking my mind
I tell you everything
Muttering incantation
Leaving me nowhere.
Still you are my love
And I'm here only for you
Repeating my words
Again and again is true.
Leaving the place
Leaving you not true
Raining cats and dogs
And I'm with you
I am with you with you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Freshly Squeezed
Music : rudolf schenker, peter wolf
Lyrics: klaus meine
A g-string is looking for a pilot
White flesh is coming down the stairs again
Your look just makes me a believer
Stray cats are landing in a rain storm
Crashed down lost in wango tango land
Spaced out your body gives me fever
You sex it
Relax it
Reload it
You want it freshly squeezed
Closed down the road of all restrictions
Mad dogs are tearing down the roof again
Sweet noise is pouring from the speakers
Last dance Im drowning in the moonlight
Exit is the door that I cant find
Black out it cant get it any deeper
You sex it
Relax it
Reload it
And never hold it
You slash it
Refresh it
Reload it
You want it fresh
Got no diamonds rings
But a song to sing
Just to make you fly
Beggar or a king
song performed by by Scorpions
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Show is not a measure
Cats and cows are not dogs to wag;
Yet they aren’t ungrateful dogs.
They are grateful but don’t flaunt.
Don’t scale the gratitude by show.
01.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Conscientious Deacon
(A song to be syncopated as you please)
Black cats, grey cats, green cats miau—
Chasing the deacon who stole the cow.
He runs and tumbles, he tumbles and runs.
He sees big white men with dogs and guns.
He falls down flat. He turns to stare—
No cats, no dogs, and no men there.
But black shadows, grey shadows, green shadows come.
The wind says, 'Miau!' and the rain says, 'Hum!'
He goes straight home. He dreams all night.
He howls. He puts his wife in a fright.
Black devils, grey devils, green devils shine—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire looks fine!
Cat devils, dog devils, cow devils grin—
Yes, by Sambo,
And the fire rolls in.
And so, next day, to avoid the worst—
He takes that cow
Where he found her first.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Sunday Afternoon
Three yellow cats up a tree.
Our fire-red grill is still cold.
We're tossin' horseshoes and
watching blue dogs
circle three cats up a tree.
poem by Rick Stokes
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