The other thing is that doctors test only the most common estrogen level. There are three kinds of estrogen in a woman but they don't test the other two because they are so rare; mine was the third kind of estrogen.
quote by Marie Osmond
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Traffic Jam: The Trap Of Traffic Light
It's not only test your luck, but also test your patience
It's not only test your guts, but also test your instinct
It's not only test your sanity, but also test your obedience to law
It's not only test your ethics, but also test your fidelity
It's not only test your sight, but also test your reflex
It's not only test your estimation of time, but also test your street knowledge
It's not only test your ego, but also test your kindness
It's not only test your control, but also test your awareness
It's not only test your attitude, but also test your responsibility
It's not only test your priority, but also test your humanity
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sex is tonic.
Testosterone makes a man sexy,
Giving him rigidity.
Estrogen makes a woman sexy,
Giving her suppleness.
Hormones in both rises to the peak,
When they excite each other.
It is hormones that take care of one’s health.
Hormones’ level increases
When sexual thoughts frequent.
13.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Denuding
Wearing a skin
where flesh had melted
in blankness.
The moon was sitting
on window
parting the curtains
The sunset
accepts the death
as final verdict
Small scholars
will find out the pain
of molesting.
Estrogen untamed
on street
rises in arches.
poem by Satish Verma
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Touch me not!
Have you ever seen the freshly pressed flowers,
Crumbled in the crowded buses of the third world?
Catching and traveling in a bus is a task, not worth,
To spend at least few hours on the dusty roads,
For a few kilometer ride to their purposeful target,
Where they are pressed with all kinds of weapons kept,
In the trousers, held in the hands and on the bodies,
Of the estrogen seeking cowards, who travel,
In the buses to get the cheap pleasure and delight,
Out of the innocence of our young girls and women going to school,
Colleges and work, even the elderly women not spared,
For the scent that remained, O God, Do you see us suffer,
On the roads of poverty stricken countries? Please offer,
The space as we need to do our daily chores,
Teach and correct them that molesting is bad and dire.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Anger in your voices
It must be all that idle youth
with testosterone and estrogen booths
exstacy for exscape
excuses for rape
sodomy is chemistry
elaboration of sour dreams
Screaming
begging to be free
of what? Responsibilities
to yourselves and life
abilities to use for right
overtly hurting and painful insight
Damn children
slow down and retreat
be beaten back to your holes
your increasingly small bowls
eat your rice and meat
back to your holes, your beat!
poem by Reginald Goodridge
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Teenage Mind Translates Intimacy Meanings
teenage mind enters into
an interactive visual journey
of age defining transition
lust desire to love copulative
mounting mind consuming
intimacy is soul mate journey...
quest or testosterone estrogen...
conquest or love match eternity...
a star field player is up to play
relationship or married coupling
can be many desires including
a mind release load off the mind
playful satisfied bond rhythm friend
answers needs transient eternal
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Two Hearts One Love
You are the moonlight I am the stars
Together we light up the night
You are the passion I am the flame
We are both one and the same
I am the taker you are the chance
This is the rule of romance
I am the seeker you are the find
Together we are two of a kind
Two hearts one love beating together
I am yours you are mine
Two hearts one love always forever
Standing the test of time
I can be happy you can be sad
Together things arent so bad
You are the sailor I am the sea
The treasure of eternity
Two hearts one love beating together
I am yours you are mine
Two hearts one love always forever
Standing the test of time
Here we are the two of us
Nothing in our way
Wanting you wanting me
Everyday
Two hearts one love beating together
I am yours you are mine
Two hearts one love always forever
Standing the test of time
You are the passion I am the flame
We are both one and the same
Two hearts one love beating together
I am yours you are mine
Two hearts one love always forever
Standing the test of time
Two hearts one love beating together
I am yours you are mine
Two hearts one love always forever
Standing the test of time
song performed by by Shania Twain
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God is love.
God is a good Councillor,
as He knows the psychology of love,
the elixir for youth and old.
God is a good magician,
as He makes it appear and disappear
the illusions of love.
God is a good pharmacist,
as He mixes up the estrogen and testosterone,
in the right proportion.
God is a good director,
to enact the drama of love,
to keep all climaxes in secret.
When in love,
everything looks
beautiful and pretty.
when in love,
even the pungent air
smells fragrant.
When in love,
everyone becomes puppet
to the tune of love.
When in love,
God wants us
to procreate.
Once His ambition is fulfilled,
we may come to our senses,
to see each and every storm,
to feel each and every turbulence.
Then,
He becomes a teacher,
not only to evaluate us,
but also pointing out
our mistakes,
without any compassion of,
adding marks,
but deducting,
for every error,
small becomes bigger,
by converting to,
out of hundred,
then graded,
to the smallest number.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Self denial is like self burial.
The middle age %
Women at forty are vulnerable.
Beware! Your estrogen levels are dropping.
Why not make the most of it right now?
Shyness has been shed; awkwardness has gone.
It is time for you to take the lead
When it comes to your own orgasm,
The orgasm that’s eluded you thus far,
From the monotony you stuck in.
You must reveal yourself in newfound youth.
You must assert yourself with newfound guts.
Yes, you must take the control of your sex.
If not, it is you who are the loser.
At this stage you are the most attractive.
Composure added, you are in glow.
As the sex is important part of the life,
Your assets unused must not go waste.
It is true you are hungry for strangers.
Men are hungrier for women of your age.
Now a stranger only can explore you.
He only can drive you to get orgasm.
It is time you tasted orgasm again.
Finding orgasm is not breaking home.
It is just physical gratification.
Man must shut his eyes and woman, her qualms.
He must let her get what he couldn’t give her.
If he let go of her, he’ll get such like her.
You need not elope, nor own a paramour.
Hire a man and fire him after he fired.
It’s not a crime when done with the knowledge.
Men must disarm his possessiveness
And abandon his probing tendencies.
15.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Setup To Fail
When you come to test someone,
You believe is unprepared?
AND with a confidence,
You will be the one to pass...
YOUR 'test',
Easily!
To then leave and be on your way?
Be sure your activities,
Have not been scrutinized...
Prior to administering 'your' test.
What appears to be simple...
May keep your brain twisted,
For the rest of your life.
Riddled with doubts you question.
When you come to test someone,
You believe is unprepared?
AND with a confidence,
You will be the one to pass...
YOUR 'test',
Easily?
Remember this...
You just may be the one,
Being setup to fail.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The time helps
A frame that stood the test of time
Stands as a monument.
A thing that stood the test of time
Stands as an antique.
A writing that stood the test of time
Stands as a classic
A name that stood the test of time
Stands as a great.
There might be numerous
More valuable than them,
As casualties of accidents.
06.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eagle Eyes
The hours lag like dour tarantulas
Though the hands are moving
The fingers are crippled
The milk expires quickly
Why don’t moments of despair?
The vegetables keeping us alive rot rapidly
As if to escape the damnable earth which helped them blossom
So why can’t the would-be anniversary of a tragic romance end as quickly?
Why do we forge the hours on a decrepit dust clock?
For time does not exist and yet it is our cruel master
Sequestering happiness from the present and decaying romance in the past
In the miasmatic hovels where paladins wept and poets dreamed
I saw a god headed serpent with eagle eyes and reptilian formaldehyde skin
With great liquid estrogen oozing from her tainted lips like a Saturn lilac pistil
Dizzy cosmic reveries
All sound
All sound
Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.
quote by Napoleon Bonaparte
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Valor is a gift. Those having it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the next test comes.
quote by Carl Sandburg
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The Test
as sure as the sun rises in the east-and sets in the west
my love for you is just a test.
a test to see if my heart is true
a test to see if i deserve you.
a test to see if my love will rise to the occassion.
and feel the sensation.
the sensation of being with you-is all i want to do.
for true love is hard to find.
it is classified as 'devine.'
poem by Louis Rams
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Scent Of A Woman
Now woman...scent of a woman
a man don't add up to much, next to a woman
a man can't ever forget the taste of a woman
a man is half the test, a man is half the best
a man can't understand the reasons why
a man's just a day in the life of a woman
just a few mintues a night to a woman
see what a woman can do
to the man inside of you
it's more than the sum of the sun and the moon
well a man is a man is a hell of a man
a man ain't a man in a one night stand
a man just don't stack up next to a woman
a man can't see what a woman can do
a man is no man hiding next to you
a man don't add up to much next to a woman
oohhh...the scent of a woman
the world would never be, except for a woman
it's hard for a man to see what makes a woman
even harder to impress, cause she expects the best
she never makes it easy to pass the test
well a man is a man is a hell of a man
a man ain't a man in a one night stand
a man just won't stack up next to a woman
a man can't do what a woman can do
a man is not a man lying next to you
and man will just give up next to a woman
oh yeah....here she comes now (here she comes now, she comes now, here she comes now)
here she comes now (here she comes now, she comes now, here she comes now)
well a man is a man is a hell of a man
a man ain't a man in a one night stand
a man just won't stack up next to a woman
a man can't do what a woman can do
a man is a man if he can get to you
all a man wants to do is get to a woman, yeah
yeah yeah x 16
yeah...the scent of a woman
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Be Blind Sometime
Don’t test literature
With science and wisdom.
Don’t test the scriptures
With science and knowledge
Don’t test your beloved
With doubts and notions.
They will lose their charm.
Be blind to enjoy them.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Possessed Penis
i have a possessed penis, it wakes up at night and tries to strangle me right after i've turned out the lights, i cant be within six feet of a female, or it'll slither down her butt crack, through her anus then impale, after rupturing her intestine, and i quess when im ingestin' estrogen it helps a little, then i get the urge to molest again, i've invested in therapy, varying medications, now that i've tested them, i've decided that all i can really do is give in, thats my best defense, so i inject my pants with steroids and down a box of viagra, my penis shoots diagi-nally through the earths crust and then expands, splitting the earth in half, then i get a boner and shit my pants, it slams into the moon and blasts it to a million pieces, then rips the fabric and space and time and heats it, to such a high temperature with my spicey sperm, that it lurches warps and contorts like a little fiesty worm, like burnt plastic, i warp reality, with my burning bubbling bursts of cum, and dense phallic meat
poem by Mayhem's Apprentice
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My Name Is Reckless
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I ignore all the honking horns
as I weave through the traffic
in the sports car I bought last week.
I’m the greatest driver
you ever want to meet.
You see my name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
No one can beat me
as I race down roads everywhere.
The speed limit
mean nothing to me,
that for only learners
Because my name is reckless,
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
I took my mate out
for a spin to show him all I new.
We raced around the roads.
I’d driven down them before
so I knew them like the back of my hand.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
As we raced along
an articulated lorry
was stretched across the road.
I knew I could go under it
so I told my mate to duck.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
My mate didn’t hear me
as the music was so high
so when the roof came off so did my mate as well.
I escaped with minor injuries,
but my mate died at the scene.
They told me they were charging me
with careless driving,
but I soon told then a thing or two.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
Unfortunately, my statement
didn’t wash with them.
The judge sent me down
for a three-year stretch.
He took away my licence
and threw it in the bin.
I protested saying.
My name is reckless;
I’ve passed my test
so I know how to drive.
poem by David Harris
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If someone offers to furnish a sure test, ask what the test was which made the sure test sure.