Since I travel so much, it's always great to be home. There's nothing like getting to raid my own refrigerator at two in the morning.
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Have Love--will Travel
(greenaway/stephens)
Yesterday it was all over
Thought Id lost the love of my life
He took a one-way ticket on an east-bound train
Told me he was never coming back again
But I just got a telegram that read
Hey
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Hurry on down to the station
Hell be on the 9:49
Had to get my hair done it was such a mess
And every cent I had went on this brand new dress
Today I got a telegram that read
Hey
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Have love--will travel
Thats all it had to say
Have love--will travel
Hes on his way
Im happy now
Have love--will travel
Four little words that mean so much
He knows I need him
So hes coming home
Hes coming home
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Pork-n-Beans
Pork-n-Beans, a favorite food of any renaissance man
Afterwards, you may want to turn on the exhaust fan
I like them hot as the capital of Sudan
I like them cold straight out of the can
Pork-n-Beans are a culinary delight
Give me great pleasure with each bite
If I could, I'd dine on them every night
Handy for the refrigerator raid at midnight
Pork-n Beans should be kept readily on hand
Nuclear fallout shelter...keep them canned
Zombie attack...snack while making a stand
In-laws visit...for a evening meal unplanned
poem by Charles Hancock
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It's Too Late To Raid The Caters
It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.
It's too late to raid the caters.
They came to serve,
Not set policy.
Those who fed their needs have left.
The caters are packing and are out of breath.
If crumbs you wish there are still dishes to lick.
But a raiding of the caters...
Will not solve your demands,
To have them wait on you by command.
They may understand what you command,
But they have come only to serve...
Not create what you believe is deserved.
It's too late to raid the caters.
Those who ate have scraped their plates.
With a rating of great as they ate.
With no tip of gratitude to leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.
quote by Robert Louis Stevenson
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It Surprised Us All
Big rivers and small rivers,
The deadly raid surprised us all! !
But it is time for us to move ahead,
Because many are already dead and gone!
At 'München-Airport',
She was rich down there and all over!
But i thank you for being here with me tonight,
And like the blues-boy and the blues-girl.
My people want to know more about this raid;
Because, they killed him anf one of his wives!
And this deadly raid surprised us all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I'm Going Home
When my work here is oer
And trials come no more
On that great day I'm going home
To live forever more, just oer on heaven's shore
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Chorus
I'm going home, I'm going home
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Won't it be so sweet, to rest at Jesus feet
When my life here is oer I'm going home
I'm travelling in the light
And my way is clear and bright
Some glad day I'm going home
Heading for the pearly gates for there my savior waits
When my life here is oer I'm going home
As I travel down lifes road
So heavy is my load
But some glad day I'm going home
I'll meet my loved ones there, in that land so bright and fair
When my life here is oer I'm going home
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams, music by Hank Williams (1950)
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It's A Hard Road
I jumped on the train
I left this old town
I escaped the rain
I'm no longer down
The wheels start to turn
My worries are gone
I have lots to learn
About the trail that I'm on
As I look around
I see my new friend
I know I am bound
To travel till the end
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
The train it did slow
I'm in a new place
The moonlight does glow
On my tired face
It's time for me
To try and find a bed
It's time for me
To rest my weary head
Morning is here
There's sorting to do
I'll sound sincere
With my goodbye to you
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
It's time to move away
I'm not satisfied
I've spent many a day
Finding a place to reside
There's a town on my mind
It's just down the track
No need to find
A way to get back
The train I will get
Sitting at the station
The future is set
I feel anticipation
I'll travel south and I'll travel north
I'll travel east and I'll travel west
I just want to find the road that is best
poem by Liam Hughes
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I'm the guy who will eat something that looks nice when I'm out, but when I take it home in a doggie bag, it'll sit in the back of my refrigerator until it starts to move.
quote by Dustin Diamond
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Raids In Brothels
To have a raid in a brothel
Is to have a raid in an inn.
Hunger for sex and food is met.
Such raids amount to barbarism.
Sexual gratifications are
Denied by perverts, and the pair
Is prosecuted by the jealous
And punished by the sadists.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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Egg Raid On Mojo
Chorus)
Egg raid on mojo! (x4)
We dressed all in black. We snuk up around the back. We began to
attack. The eggs they cracked on mojo's back. Go!!
(Chorus)
Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Gonna fight! Gonna fight! Gonna egg raid tonight!
Egg raid! Gonna die! Eat up mojo al the time
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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America the USA
The greatest of them all
One that will never fail
Try to give it your best
It will always be above the rest
When you go across the lands
You know you are in good hands
As you travel along the way
Everyone wants to say hello
Every mile you travel will be great
The scenery will be amazing
All the different birds will be singing
What a joy it is to be on your way
Every day has different weather
You will enjoy the great change
Everyone will agree with you today
Even if you have a long delay
poem by Charles J. Vallo
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Light Travelers
Not the first to travel light
When things move just too fast
Home is where I collapse at the end of the day
Too tired to go further.
Stayin' light enough to travel
Suitcase in the trunk,
Looking for a few hours haven
Until my eyelids get to heavy...
How much there is that isn't right
About this need to travel light
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Every Road Leads Me Back To You
Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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I wish I wish
I wish I was a bird flying high in the sky
Swooping and soaring way up high
Up and down mountains all on my own
Then back to my nest where I've made my home
I wish I could be the wind that blows
Where does it come from nobody knows
You would not see me as I travel around
You would only hear my whistling sound
I wish I was a wave in the deep blue sea
I'd travel around the world for free
Lapping at the shoreline
And splashing someone's knees
I wish I was a star up in the evening sky
Looking down on everyone as they passed by
I'd twinkle so bright all through the night
But when morning comes I'll vanish from sight
But I wish I wish can never be
It's only a dream for I am me
But now and again wishes do come true
Not very many but maybe a few.
poem by Chris Spurrell
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A Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Deepa Thomas
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When I Think Of Home
When I think of 'home' I think of cherry pies
When I think of 'home' I think of mulberry trees
When I think of 'home' I think of butterflies
When I think of 'home' I think of bumble bees
When I think of 'home' I think of hummingbirds
When I think of 'home' I think of sun brewed tea
When I think of 'home' I think of morning walks
When I think of 'home' I think of Grandma and me
When I think of 'home' I think of hidden trails
When I think of 'home' I think of lullabies
When I think of 'home' I think of signs of spring
When I think of 'home' I think of pumpkin pies
When I think of 'home' I think of bedtime stories
When I think of 'home' I think of I think of honeysuckle
When I think of 'home' I think of roses blooming
When I think of 'home' I can't help but chuckle
Because when I think of 'home' I think Heaven
When I think of 'home' I think of all thats kind
When I think of 'home' I think of dancing
When I think of 'home' Grandma comes to mind
poem by Catlin L. Crawford
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