Duets is about six people, so it's like three different movies - three different duets. I was on the set 18 days, spread out over three and a half or four weeks.
quote by Scott Speedman
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I build duets into bigger works. I like to see people working together. What we call a giant solo in my company is about four bars long while twenty other people are doing something dynamically. I like the charge that is set up by a lot of people doing something.
quote by Mark Morris
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But duets are a lot of fun, I'd love to do another one.
~ Love ~
Let’s write some
Duets on love,
Wherein we
Become the
Lovers...
Our couplets -
The contenders,
Vying for the
Attention of our
Beloved
Readers :)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Good food ends with good talk.
Geoffrey Neighor in Northern Exposure, Duets (1993)
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Last Three Weeks 5-11-09
The last three weeks are:
crazy
heaktic
busy
tireing
exaugh sting
The last three weeks are:
full of test
parties
exams
food
movies
The last three weeks are:
exciting
emotional
no seniors, well for a week
losts of homework
no homework
The last three weeks mean
that school is almost out,
start counting down the days,
graduation,
awards,
SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE! !
When Death Finds Me
Elated I have dived to the depths,
Found the beauty in a leaf,
Bathed in the rainbow,
Gloried in the dawn,
Found solace in the rain,
Run with the wind.
I have heard the voice of the hills,
Seen a world in a blade of grass,
Sung duets with the birds.
I have let the stream of life
Whisk me away....tumbling
Wash me in the exquisite,
When death finds me,
As he does all,
I shall not be sad, .........
But content, for I have lived.
P. H. Brookes Copyright.2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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8 Weeks
8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are
poem by Anthony Martello
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Soloists
Those encouraged early,
To test and use their wings when young...
With a flying done occasionally,
Away from the nest...
Will be most likely the ones,
Who explore in flight...
Places out of sight they have chosen.
And as difficult as it is for others,
To point and watch what is done...
From the safety of their 'coops'.
They seem always to be the ones...
Discouraging others and what they do.
With advice given,
When that daily flight by the young is through.
The ones testing their wings learn to sing.
Be in chorus, quartets or duets.
But it becomes apparent with their voices raised...
They are clearly soloists with obtained experience.
And...
With a doing of it on key as every note reached is clear.
Not to waver at all with a singing of their song being sung.
And, a cappella!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2 Weeks
14 Days left
336 hours
Until the end of this chapter
The chapter of hell in my life
2 weeks until I leave
8 hours a day
8 hours of hell in this school
Dealing with ignorance driven by people
Pushing back judgmental walls
After all 8 years in this prison
All I have is 2 weeks,14 days,336 hours left inside this hellhole
Now I can’t figure out what to do
Skip graduation, or stand on the stage and face the music?
That answer has left me then came back
In just 2 week I’ll be gone never to set foot inside again
In just 14 days I’ll leave and never turn back
In just 336 hours, my face will be erased from this place
2 weeks until I graduate from 8th grade
Why now, it must end sooner
In just 2 months I’ll be in high school
2 weeks…
14 days… 336 hours…
The memory of me will be gone
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Summer’s Dance (Pantoum)
Summer rainbow's ribbon still stretches in the blue rain
As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes
Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain
Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits
As green snakes dance to the tune of charmer’s jazz flutes
Summer's ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green
Summer laughs around red velvety roses and green fruits
Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.
Summer's ends her path over meadow, with a dream of green
Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light
Moon shines behind the barrier of cloud's fence, as a queen.
With dancing, green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.
Into the autumn's sky with puffs of cotton clouds and floating light
Blue butterflies chase velvety bumblebees singing duets in vain
With dancing, green shadows sprites appear all round the sight.
Summer rainbow's ribbon still stretches in the blue rain.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Playing cards
Half of them are nights;
The other half are days.
They are in total fifty-two,
Equal to weeks of a year.
They are in four groups,
Representing four seasons.
Numbers of each card
And Jokers added, come
To total days of the year.
Playing cards are made
After ‘time’ to kill your time.
25.08.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gone Are Those Sad Songs Sung
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone
Once sung 'then' now no one sings,
With a wish to begin them again.
Too many on the streets.
Now too accustomed to fresh beats,
Declare they will not be defeated.
By a repeating of old tunes.
Too many collectively.
Have decided to leave.
Gone are those sad songs,
Sung begun some sang.
With the singing of those sad songs,
Gone.
Once sung now no one chooses to sing,
With a wish to begin them again.
Solos and duets seem for many more accepted.
With a clouding once done to dim overcasting skies.
Clearing now as a harmony begins,
To find eyes brightening.
With a listening to voices heard.
And giving each one specific attention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Since Star Wars, that film's success led to bigger budgets, more hardware, that the great movies like the ones I did, which were studio movies, are now independent movies. They range from half a million to several million, and a lot of those have very interesting roles.
quote by Faye Dunaway
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How Time Feels Without You
Seconds are like days
Minutes are like weeks
Hours are like months
Days are like years
Weeks are like centuries
When I'm away from you
poem by Steve Yeager
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Sad Movies
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
He said he had to work, so I went to the show alone.
They turned down the lights and turned the projector on.
And just as the news of the world started to begin,
I saw my darling and my best friend walking in.
Although I was sitting right there they didnn see me.
And so they both sat right down in the front of me.
And when he kissed her lips then I almost died.
And in the middle of the colour cartoon I started to cry.
Oh sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
And so I got on up and slowly I walked on home,
And mama saw the tears and said baby what is wrong.
And so just to keep from telling her a lie,
I just said sad movies makes me cry.
Oh sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
Sad movies always make me cry
song performed by by Boney M.
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Movies these days have made killers into funny people. What's that all about? I've got kids and family and friends, and I don't like bad things. I don't think they're funny, and it's irresponsible to make movies that don't show you how that's not good.
quote by Billy Bob Thornton
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Yeah, about sixteen to twenty weeks a year. For example, we can do America in six or seven weeks. You can do Europe in three weeks; England in two weeks. South America you could do in three weeks; Asia you could do in three weeks.
quote by Warren Cuccurullo
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Magic
By deepest blue lagoon
I found you with the moon
That harlequin mute
Dancing to flute
Wafting across the seas.
Your oceanic hair
Playing solitaire
Now duets with the breeze.
I feel the warmth of your eyes
Reflecting sad goodbyes
Collecting all lost sighs.
- We touched.
Two flames so very bare
We clutched
Gasping scented air.
Blithe spirits everywhere
Writhing naked
To passions' flare.
And as two souls so urgently fuse
I look upon my raging muse
To hear a symphony on high
Raining from the jasmine sky
Of dawn.
As sunlight promise seeps
Through clouds
- Black curtains drawn
Then beauty so openly weeps
For our strange magic born.
poem by Kevin East
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Do Not Wanna Bum
Do not wanna bum...
Cigarettes or money.
Do not wanna bum...
Gloom, keep it sunny.
Do not wanna bum,
From those in a slump.
Or she said he said,
Stuff to dump!
Do not wanna bum...
From boo hoo doers.
Do not wanna bum...
From folks near sewers.
Do not wanna bum...
From a sweetened tongue,
With game to run!
Penny pinch and do it deeper.
Keep your head from weeping teachers.
Or those with nothing else to do.
But share bad news to give to you.
Refuse to sing duets...
With those who moan,
In times that test!
And choose not to bum...
Cigarettes or money.
Refuse the gloom that comes.
Try to keep it sunny.
You don't wanna bum...
From those in a slump.
Or pick up stuff they wanna dump!
Do not wanna bum.
Say no!
Do not wanna bum.
Say no!
Do not wanna bum.
Say no!
Say no not me I'm not the one!
To bum.
Say no!
I'm not gonna bum.
Say no!
I'm not gonna bum.
Say no!
And do your best not to be undone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Little Baby Fell Asleep
Our little baby fell asleep,
And may not wake again
For days and days, and weeks and weeks;
But then he'll wake again,
And come with his own pretty look,
And kiss Mamma again.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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