We're great, Jo and me. We're pals, and I guess sex has a lot to do with it. She's also brilliant at clearing a room. So protective, so devoted. I can't believe how much she loves me.
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Hopelessly Devoted To You
(john farrar)
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
Im not the first to know
Theres just no getting over you
You know Im just a fool whos willing
To sit around and wait for you
But, baby, cant you see
Theres nothing else for me to do?
Im hopelessly devoted to you
But now theres nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
Im out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
My head is saying, fool, forget him.
My heart is saying, dont let go.
Hold on till the end.
And thats what I intend to do
Im hopelessly devoted to you
But now theres nowhere to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
Im out of my head
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Devoted To You
Darlin, you can count on me
Til the sun dries up the sea
([...])
Until then, Ill always be
Devoted to you
Ill be yours through endless time
Ill adore your charms sublime
Guess by now you know that im
Devoted to you
Ill never hurt you, Ill never lie
Ill never be untrue
Ill never give you reason to cry
Id be unhappy if you were blue
Through the years, my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It cant die because Im so
Devoted to you
Ill never hurt you, Ill never lie
Ill never be untrue
Ill never give you reason to cry
Id be unhappy if you were blue
Through the years, my love will grow
Like a river, it will flow
It cant die because Im so
Devoted to you
Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba ba bom
(that was beautiful.)
(great.)
(yay!)
(*clapping*)
(that was great.)
(hey, brian, I [...])
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Old Bob
I guess folks think I'm mighty dumb
Since Jack and Jim and Joe
Have hit the trail to Kingdom Come
And left me here below:
Since Death, the bastard, bowled them out,
And left me faced with--Doubt.
My pals have all passed out on me
And I am by my lone;
Old Bill was last, and now I see
His name cut on a stone;
A marble slab, but not as fine
As I have picked for mine.
I nurse and curse rheumatic pain
As on the porch I sit;
With nothing special in my brain
I rock and smoke and spit:
When one is nearing to the end
One sorely needs a friend.
My Pals have gone,--in God's good earth
I guess they're packed up snug,
And since I have no guts for mirth
I zipper to my mug:
The question that I ponder on
Is--where the heck they've gone?
poem by Robert William Service
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Devoted To You
(boudleaux bryant)
Darling you can count on me
till the sun dries up the sea
Until then Ill always be
Devoted to you
Ill be yours till endless time
Ill adore your charms sublime
Guess by now you know that im
Devoted to you
Ill never hurt you
Ill never lie
Ill never be untrue
Ill never give you reason to cry
Id be unhappy if you were blue
Through the years our love will grow
Like a river it will flow
It cant die because Im so
Devoted to you
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely in great aims and, in small, I have always thoroughly been in earnest.
quote by Charles Dickens
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Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroughly been in earnest.
quote by Charles Dickens
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The Dream
His fastball is fading, his sinker is gone,
They sent him doun to the minors cause he wore out his arm,
But his eyes shine brighter than the young kids it seems
So he keeps on playing, holding on to the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money
Cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play.
Hes been in the saddle since he was a kid
The rodeo came but he keeps it well hid
And someday hell have to set his pony free
But til he does hell be riding the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money,
cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.
We aint getting no younger and that is the truth
But these games we keep playin, theyre our fountain of youth.
From boston to boulder and down to orleans
From highlights to lowlife and everything in between
Well I guess we could grow up and quit wearing our jeans
But we still feel like playing and living the dream.
Lord knows that it aint for the money,
cause hes broke almost every day,
And it aint for the fame or the glory
Guess hell do it cause he still loves to play;
Guess hell do it, cause he still loves to play.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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I guess some people are brilliant enough to be brilliant on their own and never doubt anything and come up with fabulous things. But I think it's good to get into arguments with people and have them say, 'That sucks' or 'You're crazy' or 'That's cheesy""'or 'What do you think of this?'
quote by Madonna Ciccone
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The Woman Who Loves Poesy
She has a twenty years old daughter but she leads a single life
And she knows what it feels like to be a mother but not to be a wife
Her great love is Goddess Poesy only poesy she admire
And her creative source it comes from poesy and poesy in her verse inspire.
She writes such beautiful poetry as a poet she is well known
And as a genuine wordsmith her reputation it has grown
The woman who loves poesy is good at what she do
At least one can say of her to her own self she is true.
Since writing poetry can be a hungry belly game the well informed say
She works as a bar maid in the Golf Club Rooms for to earn her hard earned pay
But all of her spare time devoted to poesy since poetry she loves to write
Her poems on many different subjects are a source of delight
To poetry lovers who read her verses and many of her say
That from penning verse she will grow wealthy and become quite well known one day
But she does not write for fame or money she only writes because she
Happens for to be a person devoted to Goddess Poesy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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For At Least Two Or Three Weeks A Month
I feel there is nothing upsetting.
Nothing at all...
With those devoted to self love.
And committed to pretentions.
I find people like that,
To be great conversationalists.
Even if they do it...
With every chance to talk about themselves.
I find nothing wrong with that at all.
And when such social affairs are over,
So blessed I feel...
Not to live under the same roof,
With anyone like that...
I could not avoid to escape,
If I chose to move from room to room.
Just the thought of them being that close,
Would make me always find excuses to leave...
For at least two or three weeks a month to rejuvenate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliant Genius, April Fool So Tedious
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
Through an elite prism he sees us……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
One step short of Jesus…….,
No doubt he doesn’t need us……,
And would never heed us……,
But wants to clothe and feed us……,
Poor bare lawn, he’d even seed us…….,
Just like a lonely, forlorn Venus……,
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius…..! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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He loves me, He loves me not
He loves me,
he loves me not
Like a fairy tale
a flower pedal
represents love,
but of course
He loves me,
he loves me not
There is no
I'm not sure's
or I like you, but's
just seven little words
He loves me,
He loves me not
There are no other girls
no jelousy or pain
no arguments, no humiliation
it all falls into
He loves me,
He loves me not
But what if...
it doesn't exist
if love is truly such a fairy tale
then explain this:
He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,
He loves me not
poem by Bailey Logan
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Loves On The Line
Tell me baby
Have we lost everything that we had before
What do you do in the day
When I walk out the door
I can see you made up your mind
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
With each passing day
I gotta watch more and more what I say to you
I can feel your eyes looking through me
As I sit at the table at dinnertime
I can feel our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
I watch our kids
Growin up, going to school
Is there anything else for us now
Are we both just fools
Wasting our precious time
At night we lay in bed
But its like youre not even there
Theres something real bad
Going wrong somewhere
Last night I heard you cry
And I know our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line, our loves on the line
Loves on the line
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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You Have Given Me Every Hint
I am going to love you,
Whether you like that or not.
I wish I can leave and abandon it myself.
But I can't.
That's just who I am.
Unconditionally devoted,
I guess.
What else could this be?
I am going to love you,
Whether you like that or not.
And I would cry myself to sleep,
Wondering why it had to be you...
Kept on my mind all the time.
Why can't I find someone to return my love,
The way it is given?
Why must I find myself jumping through hoops?
To seduce my own sorrows.
And borrowing from tomorrow's policy...
Of better days ahead!
My 'best' days seem to have me,
Victimized by my own compassion.
I am going to love you,
Whether you like that or not.
I wish I can leave and abandon it myself.
But I can't.
That's just who I am.
Unconditionally devoted,
I guess.
What else could this be?
I've discounted stupidity as a reason I'm like this.
Since I purposely on many a day portrayed myself a fool,
For you.
I've discounted foolishness,
Because I thought I was control of it.
I've discounted...
You!
In my own created scenerios!
Hey...
That's it!
To you I haven't expressed this.
That's why you react the way you do!
Now I know what is missing.
To you I haven't expressed this.
Hey...
That's it!
And you have given me every hint,
That perhaps I should!
How could I have let that slip my mind?
And I'm thinking all this time,
You should be the one to already know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Give |Me strength of a Vindaloo
God give me the strength of a Vindaloo
To order for the first time a Vindaloo
My pals are expecting me to show I’m game
God Vindaloo strength, lift up my name
I’ll be seen as top man, if I swallow and chew
This initiation dish, that so many spew
I’ll be able to say which pub we go next
I’ll be the first in the morning the others will text
God give me the strength of a Vindaloo
The waiter is here, I’m in full view
My pals are waiting to hear what I say
Theres no way out, pray, pray pray
He’s asked me to order, the tension is here
I’ll buy more time if I order more beer
But I’ve already got two pints on the table
God Vindaloo strength, help me show them I’m able
“Sir, can I take your order please”
God Vindaloo strength, stop these knocking knees
I stood up and shouted “CHICKEN VINDALOO”
“IM A MAN AT LAST, YIPPERDEEDOO”
“AND VINDALOO FOR MY PALS, THAT’S YOU, AND YOU TOO! ”
God Vindaloo strength I thank you
Same again tomorrow
When I need the loo
Borrowed Time
(olivia newton-john)
I saw the light but it was too late, too late
I wanted to fight but it was too great, too great to fight it
Guess Im loving on borrowed time
Didnt know that you could not be mine
Im the fool I guess
Im the fool I guess
I started to cry but I was cried out, cried out
Cause you opened my eyes but with the light out
I couldnt see it
Guess Im loving on borrowed time
Didnt know that you could not be mine
Im the fool I guess
Im the fool I guess
I begged you to leave her but it was too late, too late
Cause though you have deceived her
You knew that shed wait
Shed wait forever
Guess Im loving on borrowed time
Didnt know that you could not be mine
Im the fool I guess
Im the fool I guess
Guess Im loving on borrowed time
Didnt know that you could not be mine
Im the fool I guess
Im the fool I guess
Oh baby, Im the fool I guess
Oh now, Im the fool I guess
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
quote by Helen Hunt Jackson
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But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
quote by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Thom is one of those wonderful people to cook for because he absolutely loves it, just loves it. He loves to eat and drink and he'd be a great guest at any dinner party.
The Arrival
A splendid arrival.
With such great stories of surrvival.
We now know what's been done.
Through all the days that have come and gone.
I am so happy that now it's done.
The hard pressed waiting,
while the years have spun.
No longer feeling cold and shunned.
With your arrival here the day is won.
So tell me now what went so wrong.
I guess it doesn't matter now that you have come.
My heart is beating now with boiusterous song.
Your arrival here took so very long.
With such great cheer you now are here.
I have no need for petty fears.
That you'd ever leave me here in bitter tears.
So we'll join in blissful days.
I need to feel your loving gaze.
Your arrival here has brought bright rays.
Of brilliant sunshine that's here to stay.
poem by Michael McParland
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