There's only one thing worse than a man who doesn't have strong likes and dislikes, and that's a man who has strong likes and dislikes without the courage to voice them.
quote by Tony Randall
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The firmest friendship is based on an identity of likes and dislikes.
Oh Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Oh The Guilt (Outtake '93)
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she cant afford to sit
She likes to be
Shes into guilt
Guilt
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
She likes to be
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Oh, The Guilt
She seems to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes to be
She likes to be
She likes to be
She's into guilt
Go
She likes to think
She likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes the time
She owns the time
She borrows time and has to self-invent
She seems too weak
She likes to see
She likes to think she has to alter it
She likes the sand
She likes to stand
She likes to sit
She likes to go
Go
song performed by by Nirvana
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Differ From
Likes and dislikes,
Feeling and behaving;
Parenting styles differ from one home to the other,
But the muse of your love is now noted by all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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He Likes To Roll
(carly simon)
Why do I try to win the love
That Ive already wooed and won
(chorus)
cause he likes to roll he likes to roll
He likes to roll he likes to roll
He takes the flower from his button hole
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
I tend to lose my self control
When he likes to roll, he likes to roll
Here in this little sunny bay
Once a day he comes and goes
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
The moon is down but the odds are high
That seeming me, he wont pass me by
(chorus)
He likes to roll...
song performed by by Carly Simon
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I just love real characters, they're not pretentious, and every emotion is on the surface, they're regular working people. Their likes, their dislikes, their loves, their hates, their passions; they're all right there on the surface.
quote by David O. Russell
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MIGHT QUEEN OF KONG.....by Talile Ali
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
DOES IT ALL DAY LONG
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
THATS WHY I'M WRITIN THIS SONG
SHE LOVE'S A FREQUENT SHAGGIN
LIKE'S EM NICE AND STRONG
DON'T YOU JUDGE MY BABY
SHE'S REALLY GOOD TO ME
DON'T BE JUDGIN MY BABY
BECAUSE OF HER NEED FOR EXSTASY
SHE HAS THE SAME WANTS AND DESIRES
JUST LIKE BIT MORE FREQUENCY
SOME LIKE IT ONCE A DAY
SOME LIKE IT ONCE A WEEK
SOME LIKE IT ONCE AN HOUR
AND THERE ARE SOME WHO DON'T EVEN SEEK
SHE'S MY HARD POUNDIN BABY
LIKE IT WHEN SHE'S FEELIN GEEKED
SHE A DOIN ALL NIGHT WOMAN
AND SHE AIN'T DOIN NOTHIN WRONG
THEY WAY SHE LIKES TO DO EM
SHE MAKES THEM WANT TO SING ALONG
MY BABY LIKES TO DO IT
SHE IS THE MIGHT QUEEN OF KONG
poem by Talile Ali
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MY BABY LIKES TO.......by Talile Ali
MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
5,19,15,29
BIG, STRONG, HANDSOME, UGLY
MY BABY WANTS TO FEEL THE MONKEY'S COME
BACK TO BACK,2,3 & 4
MY BABY CAN DO SO MANY MORE
MY BABY LIKES HER SOME
MY BABY LIKES HER FUN
MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
SHE CAN DO IT IN THE MORNIN
SHE CAN DO IT NOON AND NOGHT
SHE CAN DO'EM EATING HER LUNCH
EVEN WHEN SHE DON'T FEEL RIGHT
MY BABY LIKES TO GAND BANG
EVERY SINGLE KIND OF WAY
IF SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO WORK
WE'LL SHE'D BE DOING ALL, OK?
MY BABY LIKES TO GET BANGED
MY BABY LIKES IT A LOT
DO IT ALL DAY LONG
WITH JUST AS MANY STIFF DONGS
MY BABY LIKES TO GANG BANG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
THATS WHY I WROTE THIS SONG
poem by Talile Ali
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Not Surprised You Do Not Know Me
I am not surprised you do not know me.
For years our conversations have been about you.
Your likes and dislikes.
Your cravings and appetites.
Your opinions with judgements passed.
And your need to compete...
With my activities,
That affords you some kind of mental relief.
I am not surprised you do not know me.
Nor am I shocked to hear you say...
I do not understand,
A life lived your way!
You are right...
I don't.
And that is why you don't know me!
Nor do I have a need,
For you to begin that now!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seven Deadly Sins Of Man
The seven deadly sins,
of men can turn
any woman in.
The chances to find a love
that's true has never been,
So easy, Victorious win.
Bragging, Rudeness,
Scratching, Humorless,
Not climbing, Not cleaning,
Too clinging.
A lot of work to do,
for her to choose you.
Try turning dislikes,
into adoring likes.
To win the heart of a woman,
become an attractive man.
A Sister Makes Life easier
A sister is the one who makes easier to live. We share our likes and dislikes. She makes us feel better when we are sad.She comes to know our problems though our eyes. My sister you are the most loved to me. As you care and always there for me. written 6/27/08 Posted 6/27/08 Deciated to my sister Helena Klayton Hopenwasser
poem by Susie Sunshine
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I am the one of those.....
I am one of those who likes to live,
to be a friend and to forgive.
I am one of those who hates a lie,
if it were for me a war I would deny.
I am one of those who likes to dream,
if to play games then in a family team.
I am one of those who likes to sing
and listen to the bells ring.
I am one of those who likes to laugh,
the time with my dear ones is not enough.
I am one of those who likes fairy tales
and I know that even a hero sometimes fails.
I am thankful to my God and ask our Lord
to prolong my days
so that to look for the new ways.
I am one of those who tries to find the door
leading to more happiness,
I always try to avoid loneliness.
I am one of those who likes to give,
I am one of those who likes to live.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Chemistry Communicated
I will not be your escape
Trained to participate
In weekend escapades
Or chase a clock to meet you
On a pre planned schedule
I seek a seriousness with,
Anyone I regard as special
That is going to share my likes
With a decision that my dislikes
Can and will be acceptable
I do not ask for much
But a chemistry communicated
That is kept in touch
Seems to me to be ideal
Especially if I am expected to 'feel' you
Everytime you open your mouth
To say something crazy
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Biggest Work
Think about craft and you are supposed to die from it,
The possibility of completion exactly describes it;
You have gone to bed, marrying yourself
And creating trials and tribulations for all the year.
I wonder whether I should repent?
Maybe the man will forgive my appearance
When it was bland, blind and bringing.
My likes and dislikes create discord,
With thoughtful silence, few men have been silent.
I imagine the biggest work for myself,
Engaged in holiness and its activity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lessons Taught to Learn
What is taught,
Is believed.
From birth
When received.
And when convinced,
With an affliction
That limits and restricts,
Of course
What is taught,
Will be perceived
As the existence.
To defend without question.
And not resist.
Many lessons taught to learn,
And meant to stay and stick.
To be remembered.
Never to forget.
Like adding to substract,
Our likes from dislikes to divide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 19)
She likes to feed the monkey
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Some Heads Are Thicker Than Concrete Walls
I am what it is you are not.
However...
Ironically,
What we both have in common...
Is this as a similarity.
And the only differences we perceive,
Are those likes and dislikes...
We exchange constantly.
Although we seem not able,
To accept our feelings and beliefs.
When the unimportance of our skin color,
Is kept as a priority to create division.
When two hands, two feet and one head,
We all have.
Well...
I do admit this because it has been witnessed.
Have you noticed,
Some heads are thicker than concrete walls?
If you haven't...
It's okay.
That's understandable.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Like Poetry
Some -
thus not all. Not even the majority of all but the minority.
Not counting schools, where one has to,
and the poets themselves,
there might be two people per thousand.
Like -
but one also likes chicken soup with noodles,
one likes compliments and the color blue,
one likes an old scarf,
one likes having the upper hand,
one likes stroking a dog.
Poetry -
but what is poetry.
Many shaky answers
have been given to this question.
But I don't know and don't know and hold on to it
like to a sustaining railing.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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The Man Of Life
He talked little, he spotted few
In the arena of his intelligence;
Fascinated, he took to burdens
Of an united country, with likes
And dislikes.
In the service of discovery,
My first move was a wasted effort
With a personality and space.
In this case, my manliness worked,
Abilities astounded me after a while,
I was successful now that the man entered.
My fear of the upright man was significant,
He had a rare countenance, so simple and serene.
poem by Naveed Akram
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