Once they ask for a recount, we will provide them with a recount.
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The fact of the matter is that they are entitled to request a recount. We're entitled to give them a recount.
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The first thing I'll do if elected is demand a recount.
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For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.
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I can't see where there is anywhere left to move. If you don't have a recount it's hard to receive any more votes.
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When alien abductees recount to me their stories, I do not deny that they had a real experience.
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The really amazing part, to me, was when Florida made it into the Final Four, the Democrats didn't demand a recount.
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I find it odd that there's such strong objection to what is a clear way to assure that our elections are reliable and we can do a recount if there are any questions.
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Those Times
In these times
Where the sun recoiled
Into splintered allegories
I bask in the gouts of thoughts
In these gaunt path
Where sentiments
Slither like scales
In the very dermis
Of callowness
Behind the rainbow haze
The hurting is gravid
And the beauty is
A mystified lore
And In these times
Where the storms decline
The chance to disarray
The perfectly asinine
Threads of the loom
How intricate
The simplicity
Our taut ties
Woven in our tapestry
I saw what others can't
With purple eyes
And brambly diadems
I count and recount
And in these times
I count your heads
Like distant stars
Not a sweep of galaxy
Not milky, not plenty
But scattered points
That shudders and chills
As romantic as
The rapier
I recount how
The nebulas burst
But for now I count
The days that
Had caused it
To wan mordantly
From our skies
We used to be
The gears of the clock,
The svelte shadow
Of the sun dial;
But now we are
But faces in the sand
And stains of smile
In an unaddressed
Postcard
Reckoning
These times.
poem by Norman Santos
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Poetic Justice
Poets write of what they think, feel
Recount what they experience, see
Their words pray for a world to heal
Of themselves they give abundantly
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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We've had a series of major news stories that have brought in viewers who either were sampling to see what else was available or were normal news watchers. The Florida recount and the end of the election was a huge development. And then 9/11 came along.
This IS Time!
Enchanting Time
When casually
uttered words
may seem only
for you…
When a routine
all-in the-day's smile
is thought as
directed towards you…
what's exclusive
is treated as routine
an enchanting smile
is viewed as twisted
What else
but the hand of time
I'm too small to recount!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Poem On Obsequies To A Tear
I with utmost care
Place this tear
On the funeral pyre
Don't look down
Upon a tear shed
Don't you see
Its heart still throbbing?
Its eyes beyond your grasp?
The tear still pulsating
And its breath filling the lungs?
It has many tales to recount
Connecting you to me
And us to him, her and them
Come, pay you respects
Before the pyre is lit
Before another tear is shed
And placed on the pyre.
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Agree And Be Strong
Agree on the instants we recount,
Little amounts, little gains other than pride.
An authority made me mathematical,
With an angle of distaste, and any anger,
Understood by the wealth of the nation.
The summer smothered the view with light,
A sugary substance, light smells sweet.
The structure on this land of summers
Combines me and the rest of mankind.
But why are we so strong? What little strength
Is held in our hearts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life's Treacherous Play
Shall i a traitor brand thee hence?
Murderer of my childhood innocence
And recount they deeds upon me
Little or much there be
Shall i tell of my princely birth feast?
Those sweet promises to say the least,
Yet those errors, so much pain
And many earthly efforts lost in vain
Shall i tell of both joy and sorrow?
Thy season after season upon me bestow
Or saying none, my eyes closed to thy meandering flow
Until saying no more, one day, to my Maker timely go
Perhaps, i shall yet say this of thy treacherous play
For when death come, thou certainly will run away!
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Krishna's Meal
Kanha eats in Yasoda's lap.
some he eats, some he drops,
as the ladies of Nandgaon watch,
some he eats and some he puts
in Nanda's mouth,
this joy is beyound recount.
some he eats, some gives to gopas,
butter in his hands, curd in doniyas.
The joy of Yasoda
the three worlds cannot account.
the meal is over, Kanha washes,
for Sur the left-overs count.
poem by Sant Surdas
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Hooker's Valentine
What's up baby, do you like what you see?
It's all yours, but it ain't for free!
Let's get high, and feeling fine,
Then you can be my valentine!
I'll do you fine, I'll do you right.
You're paying for your death tonight!
Just ease right back and clear your mind,
For tonight you are my valentine!
Ectasy and love's desire,
Tonight I will put out your fire!
Awaken Monday, when all seems fine!
Recount that you were my valentine!
poem by Barry A. Lanier
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Doves
We externalized sentiments to actions,
fought dread demons to their perish,
never disbanded from chain reactions,
aborning from our struggles to cherish.
Adventive were those days when cause,
became a good fare to recount shrines,
ancestors came in dreams apt to impose,
of worlds where alacrities drew lines.
And those lines where ours to maintain,
deep in our soul with unbestowed loves,
there was solitude to recall and strain,
with a bitter shadow of two dead doves.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Sonnet LXIV: No More, My Dear
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace;
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle's wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame;
Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Astrophel and Stella: LXIV
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no steps but of lost labour trace;
Let all the earth with scorn recount my case,
But do not will me from my love to fly.
I do not envy Aristotle's wit,
Nor do aspire to Caesar's bleeding fame;
Nor aught do care though some above me sit;
Nor hope nor wish another course to frame,
But that which once may win thy cruel heart:
Thou art my wit, and thou my virtue art.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Sonnet: Politics Personified
Fie politics, go wear a whiter shroud!
Your clothes are stained by blood of many men;
No nation seems to be of you quite proud;
Your tongue has lied and falsely signed your pen.
Your hands have been receiving bribes for long;
There is not much reprieve for common man;
All empty promises have been your song;
When will your services become yeoman?
O politics! Refurbish your makeup!
Be transparent, honest and just in life;
With friend corruption, always you go sup;
Money when earned by fraudulence brings strife.
Fie politics! Recount your past blunders;
Before the wrath of God on you thunders.
poem by John Celes
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