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When I retire I'm going to spend my evenings by the fireplace going through those boxes. There are things in there that ought to be burned.

quote by Richard Milhous Nixon
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Success

We used to go out walkin hand in hand
You told me all the big things you had planned
It wasnt long till all your dreams came true
Success put me in second place with you
You have no time to love me anymore
Since fame & fortune knocked upon our door
I spend all my evenings all alone
Success has made a failure of our home
If we could spend an evening now & then
Perhaps wed find true happiness again
You never hold me like you used to do
Its funny what success has done for you
You have no time to love me anymore
Since fame & fortune knocked upon our door
I spend all my evenings all alone
Success has made a failure of our home

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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With Dollars And Cents on the album, we had it as a band jam and I sometimes spend evenings playing with records over the top of things we were working on to see what works.

quote by Colin Greenwood
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Little Boxes

Every time we move,
we pack our little things in boxes,
and some inside our mind.
These are the special things;
we do no want to leave behind.

The special things we have,
that spell out love there.
The precious things we own,
that hold so many memories there,
whether they be large or small.

The little boxes we pack,
we make them all secure,
and mark them handle with care.
For nothing can replace,
the precious things we have there.

(20 June 2007)

poem by David Harris
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The Old Coal Fire

My brother and my sisters two
We used to spend some time,
Instead of going out to play,
Beside the fire reclined.

It burned so bright and seemed to me
An endless source of heat,
Of winter warmth and cosiness
That blazed beside our feet.

Hypnotized by dancing flames
In colours red and gold;
I used to love those childhood days
When I was not so old;

When I was innocent and green
And never seemed to tire,
When nothing mattered much to me
Sat by the old coal fire.

And when I sit and think of things
And fondly recollect
My safe and happy home,
My heart is filled with deep respect.

It overflows with gratitude
Towards my Mum and Dad,
For all the time they gave to me,
For all the love they had;

And if I had my time again
I know I would retire
To 30 St Paul's avenue
To sit beside the fire.

Written June 1994

poem by John Carter Brown
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My Love Is A Liquid

Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Dont you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Dont you think she sounds just like me?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid?
I could talk to me for years
I cant speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Watch it grow before your eyes
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace

song performed by by Gary Numan
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I just bought a microwave fireplace. You can spend an evening in front of it in only eight minutes.

Steven Wright in Standup Comedy Routine
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Faithful servants never retire. You can retire from your career, but you will never retire from serving God.

quote by Rick Warren
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No retiring

When you retire from a thing,
You are going to get something
To retire to, from which
You have to retire on a later date.
09.10.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rock Me, Roll Me

Have you ever been in love before
With a beautiful woman?
Does she have insecurities?
And have you ever been in love before
With a needy woman?
Is she too controlling?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
I need ya babe
I need ya babe
Have you ever been in love before with a cheatin woman?
Is she always lying?
Now, you ever been in love before with a crazy woman?
Does she make you crazy?
She only wants you to
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me
Thats all I wanrt you to do with me, baby
Love me
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Oh yeah, yeah
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
And I only wanna know
I only want to know your loves for real
Be your only girl in this whole wide world, yeah
All of these things are just a part of me
So that you can see what women really need
And I need to be loved
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time
Rock me (she only wants you to)
Roll me (she only needs you to)
Spend a little more time
Spend a little more time with me

song performed by by Toni Braxton
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Me And My Old Cat Sam

I sit here all alone well

Me and my old cat Sam

Rocking back and fro

As my

Chair squeaks

As I rock

In front of the old fireplace

Just me and my old cat
Sam

Knitting mittens

Singing while my cat sam takes
A nap

I’m growing old

Still alone

Me and my old cat Sam and my
Old rocking chair

As the fireplace is cracking while

The

Red blue flames seem to cracker
And pop

As it

Burn so happily it seem's

My chair squeaks my cat nod as I
Rock

In my rocking chair back and fro

Cheerfully in front of my old
Fireplace

With red and blue flames highlighting
The wall and ceilings

Me and my old cat Sam as he nod’s

I rock back and fro

While my rocking chair squeaks along
With the fireplace cracker and
Popping..

poem by Carolyn Sears
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Only Within Their Reach

Many living inside their boxes,
Peek.
Not realizing dust collects,
Under their feet.
Or there is fresh air outside,
To breathe.
Although they believe,
The sky above them...
Is only within their reach.

And they from within their boxes...
Have the right to dictate,
How high others should fly...
At what height and pace.
And which dreams those they choose,
Are approved to seek.
As well as the ones they can also deny.

Although they secretly wish,
Their insecurities would free them...
To experience such ambitions.
But fearing many living inside their boxes,
Peek.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Christmas (A Sestina)

Christmas is here, Jesus to the world brought peace
Everyone is rested as kids spend time with family
Kitchens are ablaze, wives creating good ol’ soul-food
Leslie and Destra, await their turn, under the mistletoe
Love is burning bright, outshining the fireplace
And playing kids fill the house with laughter

Worries are swept away, sadness replaced by laughter
As love flies through the air, enemies make peace
Whilst sweet carols are sung by the fireplace
We thank God for the greatest gift of family
As grandma and grandpa steal a kiss, under the mistletoe
My tummy just yelled: where is my soul-food?

Memories to the tongue, grandma’s special soul-food
Don’t know how, but to my tongue, it brings laughter.
Grandma and Grandpa are still under the mistletoe
Showing love so ancient, a picture of heaven’s peace
They are the beginning and measure of our family
Captured purely in pictures taken by the fireplace

Love bubbles deep within, and around the fireplace
As its oil fuses with the spice of Grandma’s soul-food.
Moriah, the youngest; four weeks added to the family
Her little eyes sparkle, her little face filled with laughter
Looking at her, so lovely, One is taken into peace
In times coming soon, her place would be the mistletoe

Her's would be lovely and her destiny the mistletoe
And she too, someday would have her own fireplace
As she grows to celebrate and cherish Christmas peace,
She would learn from Grandma, how to craft soul-food
Her kids would fill the house solely with laughter
As one day, she would have her a family

Fresh out the womb, Moriah completes the family
Even as Grandma and her boo are still by the mistletoe
Their love brings to the heart tears and laughter
Treasures of joy. Now we depart from the fireplace
To the table to dive into some soul-food
That the wives had made in love, and peace.

Thank God for family! Gazing at the fireplace
And the mistletoe, loving me some soul-food
That sets my tongue on laughter, I thank God for peace.

poem by Leslie Alexis
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Like her the Saints retire

Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!

Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!

"Departed"—both&mdash ;they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found,

Argues the Aster still—
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!

poem by Emily Dickinson
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Vesperal

Strange grows the river on the sunless evenings!
The river comforts me, grown spectral, vague and dumb:
Long was the day; at last the consoling shadows come:
_Sufficient for the day are the day's evil things!_

Labour and longing and despair the long day brings;
Patient till evening men watch the sun go west;
Deferred, expected night at last brings sleep and rest:
_Sufficient for the day are the day's evil things!_

At last the tranquil Angelus of evening rings
Night's curtain down for comfort and oblivion
Of all the vanities observed by the sun:
_Sufficient for the day are the day's evil things!_

So, some time, when the last of all our evenings
Crowneth memorially the last of all our days,
Not loth to take his poppies man goes down and says,
'Sufficient for the day were the day's evil things!'

poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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You Cant Lose What You Aint Never Had

By mckinley morganfield
Had a sweet little girl, ran off, took her the baby boy.
People aint that sad?
Whoa, I had a sweet little girl, the mother ran off took the baby boy.
Aint that sad?
Whoa, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.
Ah, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.
I had money in the bank, got busted.
People aint so sad?
Whoa, I had some money in the bank got busted.
People, people, aint that sad?
But oh, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.
Ah, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.
I had a sweet little home, got drunk, burned it down.
People aint so sad?
Oh, I had a sweet little home, got drunk, burned it down.
People aint that sad?
Oh, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.
Oh, you cant spend what you aint got.
You cant lose what you never had.

song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Memoirs Of A Housewife

I have a secret obsession
Its totally tupperware
My own science project
Defying wear and tear
Im jealous of shopping carts
And all of their brand new things
I want to fondle their labels
In hopes onell rub off on me
cause everybody wants to feel brand new
Like they do
I spend my days indoors
Doing like ding-dongs do
Perfectly preserving
Myself for you
I take things out of their boxes
Take out my note pad and pen
Study carefully
cause everybody wants to feel brand new
Like they do
So tell me you want me
Tell me you need me
Tell me Ill always be desirable
Especially to you
Make me feel brand new
Attractive!
Brand spanking clean
And desirable as homecoming queen
But if I were to bet
All of the frenchfries in the world
That you would say such things
I would surely be one very hungry girl
I approach china cautiously
If theres cracks I deny it
I ingest only perfect things
Into my visual diet
And at night I undress myself
In front of your favorite things
Your brand new hand-tied blue bass fishing lure
And in the corner your money clip sings
Everybody wants to feel brand new
Everybody wants to feel brand new
Like they do
As they do
I do too

song performed by by Jewel
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Elegy to Imagination

It seems it was just yesterday
When a tree
Was not a tree
Trees were in fact
Giants

Was it really that long ago
When my daddy
Was not only a daddy
But a superhero
A knight in shining armor
And a horse, all in one day

And boxes
Oh how wonderful they were
They were cars
And houses and trains
And beds and so much more

But now,
A tree is a tree
My dad is a dad
And a box
Sadly
Is a box

Where hath this imagination gone?
When did it disappear?
I'm not completely sure
Somewhere between childhood
And the present

But I have a passport
Back to the imagination
Of my childhood

When it gets dark
And the walls close in
At least my jacket
Is not a jacket
For a split second
It is a monster

But after a split second
I run out of time
And I am back
To the reality
That jackets are jackets
And boxes are boxes
Oh, how i miss
When boxes were train

poem by Mollie Myers
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Scum

I am scum.
Nothing more than a worthless bum.
I crossed the last line.
There is no return.
In the end I'm deeply burned.
Self loathing hatred fills me up.
They replace what I choked out.
I am scum what can be done?
I'd change it all in heartbeat times run.
Stabbed and beaten till all were bleeding.

I am scum I hate myself.
It's no wonder I've never been loved.
I am scum so all can see,
Most ecspecially I know does she.
I retire in this weary state of mind.
I can't take anymore sorrow I'm a crime.
So from this scum I say goodbye.
I never intentionally told a lie.
So forgive me for the things I do.
I'm scum of the earth God hates me too.

poem by Michael McParland
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With The Twilight of Evening

With the twilight of evening
An angel slips by and disappears
But is not lost
On the grass of forgetful evenings
Her eyes beckon….

Let her not know
That I the poet am possessed
By the memory
By the perfume of her…
And I swear, by the evening
That all my days are evenings
When at every instant
Come another sunset
And in the same evenings
The same eyes
Take away the memory of her…
Oh Angel! ! ! Oh Evening…
I truly love you, woman!

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Metal Beat

Nobody knew me so I bought some time.
An hour or two with a friend of mine.
Somebody lied so I burned their soul.
Somebody screamed and the fire burned cold.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I soothe the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
Like someone walks on their grave.
I booked a small room in a cheap motel.
Somewhere to hide and a cure to sell.
I call it fashion, Ill make them bleed.
No one to love but a ghost to feed.
I was a puppet pulling my own strings.
I cant believe that I did such things.
I was a shadow but God forgives.
Now Im a priest and jesus lives.
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I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
I take the pain away.
I cure things, sweet young things.
Like someone walks on their grave.
How can I save you if you dont confess?
Kneel down bitch be truly blessed.