This is an exact replica of my chest.
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After clearing 9 metres of the descending passage, in about the middle of the afternoon, we came upon a second sealed doorway, which was almost the exact replica of the first.
quote by Howard Carter
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Killer
Describe the defender who rids us of our soul;
We fight for survival, and he is innocent. I am what?
Display the proof of your strength, of your blade
That pierces and slashes a man in many pieces.
You have rights over the killer of real sorts,
The exact replica of a fatal storm; he is madder than most enemies.
Your life is in the liquid stage. It is soon evaporating
From what it solidly was. It was present and in action, but now gas.
He has smelt you anyway, just take care of your limbs
And marvel at the longer life, the awesome stage.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Chest
Chest, what power do thou h've?
That women place their heads on
men's when they're showing love
Chest, what charm do thou have?
That women take virtue of thee to pray
for their siblings that sucked their breasts
Chest, what spirit do thee have?
That women curse men with thee that
otherwise, if man didn't meet them chest to chest
Chest, what glory do thou h've?
That people beat you with palm
and swear
Chest, of what important is you?
That women knock their heads on
men's chest during the fighting
Look at all the buses now that want exact change, exact change. I figure if I give them exact change, they should take me exactly where I want to go.
quote by George C. Wallace
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Fuddy
On my room
To the floor bed...
I was tasted
With the
My girl friend
Chest bun...
Toung was play
Bun of chest...
Mouth wanted
Milk...
Not for the
Chest bun....
No weat
No sweet
No salt..
Not for the bun...
Meet taste
Vegtable taste
Also not ther;
Chest bun
Taste for
With big and
Beauty...! ! !
And fuddy
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I guess you should approach the roles differently when they're actual people who have been, this is the difference. Getting the accent exact, or the hair exact is less important in a situation like this.
quote by Mary Stuart Masterson
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Awaiting You
I await
in sittingroom
awaiting you come
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until day
so I do repeatedly
with the boisterous chest
but you do not come
until my hand tremble
jolt heart
in my chest
do not willing to desist
until you come
poem by Prasetya Utama
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I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.
quote by Neal Cassady
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Under this livid blue sky
We are under the exact same livid sky,
Which is blue during the day.
And grey at night:
The time which you are away dreaming,
I will stay under this sky forever,
With you, and everyone else;
No matter if they are dead or alive,
We are all under the exact same livid sky.
But why do you always feel so far, far away?
Because it seems that you're
Floating further, further away into the distance,
And beyond,
Just like a cloud in the sky.
Why is it that I miss you this much?
Even though I know that
When you look up at the day-time sky,
I am looking as well.
When I lay and think of you,
I hope and wonder if you ever think about me.
poem by Emma Jane Pearson
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Neither Aristotelian nor Russellian rules give the exact logic of any expression of ordinary language; for ordinary language has no exact logic.
quote by Peter Frederick Strawson
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Whatever I take, I take too much or too little; I do not take the exact amount. The exact amount is no use to me.
quote by Antonio Porchia
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So, when I say 'match the hatch', if the fish are taking the nymph, and you're actually producing a replica of a flying insect, you'll catch fresh air.
The Magic
The magic had failed just then,
Training a hand to a weapon;
The cocked weapon was itself,
The magical weapon was itself.
He needed to obey the weapon,
You dress and bind your wrists,
But the sword snaps in them,
Falling apart and then the magic enters!
A place for your hands has no choice,
What are you now that magic appeared?
There is no escape, no where to provide
And foresee to exact the retribution.
The person also ordered his chest
To expand and release the lungs,
For his magical tricks could foresee
Why he was a magician.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Symbolic Gesture
A symbol has been born, of vitality,
Offering the world the chance to bind.
Bonds of luxury are acting like flowers
Of every colour, of every degree.
The world has surmounted the role
Of protector, protection is the symbol.
A symbolic gesture has actuated the real
Demand for authority to be exact.
The exact aims of a generation are upon us,
Their fences are of wood, wooden bricks.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Storybook
In the storybook, we are introduced to an elf,
A mind to exact wrong on the fellow man;
I was twenty-three when I heard of him in the real world,
After entering the astral gate transporting me there.
For one of us are three of them,
More golden are their appearances.
My book lies but not so often,
My charismatic elf lives a long life,
He will be my friend for the remainder of the visit.
He will not exact wrong on fellow men.
Thus, the book is straightforwardly my own story.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Resilience
Lift the rock once
again with cool thumb,
hot tangerines.
The ransom was high
and ego levitates-
in drenched moon.
Because you
wanted the replica of
sun within the cult.
poem by Satish Verma
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What I always meant by that was that I do believe that a lot of directors, and writers, and sometimes producers just lose their edge because they haven't seen anybody or talked to anybody or been with anybody who isn't a kind of replica of themselves for a long period of time.
quote by Buck Henry
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Mother world
World become so small and tiny
It looses its charm and entity
When woman attains motherhood
She has no appetite for self or food
Whole world, as if, has come to her lap
She remains unconcerned even if danger taps
Let snake pass near by but she is totally unaware
She has her own world to look after and take care
All great souls have used mother as sacred refuge
So the mother is called divine and status very much huge
"if I have to avail another chance" mother's womb will be preference
To remain in her womb for nine months will be great memory with presence
When God is remembered so is the mother along with same
All religious books are full of praises from where he came
For time being her love might have been shifted
Yet mother is symbol of affection and love as it is gifted
Why children love her more than father?
She is combination of both father and mother
At given point of time, you may desert sometimes
But mother in any woman never think of it any times
She is living god and exact replica of holy shrine
Kindness and love is the treasure of any feminine
Mother is mother and stands for courage altogether
She is embodiment and so is celled "mother
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hard Goals
Goals shake to progress and concisely
Play the reality of sport and soccer;
Yes, the goal of our life is the aim,
And the aim hates us when hard.
Hardness strengthens, lifting weights
To guide the sportsman, and all his muscle
Into lifting more weights and really working.
These aims of mine work longer
Than usual, to state us is exact.
These aims jog the memory to be exact
Afterwards and before.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Meet A Lady Called Amina
Accidentally I meet her
She smiles, my heart gets sweeter
We started bawling honey words to ourselves
Alone, I smile, laugh, reflecting while staring at shelves
She sing me a song called Hallelujah
when alone my mind keep playing it ten times over
I became a victim of her magic spell
I stressed, I confused, I can't imagine, how to make my mouth tell
With countless thoughts engulfing my senses
I couldn't think of apeasing ways except to manipulate her defences
I was too foolish to think of manipulations
She called her heart and cancelled our friendly affections
I stand like a statue hating myself
Pleading like a league of mad men beating themself
She couldn't say a word except ''let me be''
I begged continuously, striving to set my heart free
She become dumbed to all my apology
And I become selfish, for helping me, not letting her be
I meet my heart replica
I meet a lady called AMINA
She is the best I have meet
She gives me memories I will never forget
Accidentally, I meet a lady called AMINA
And my heart, convinced she hold his replica
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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