I think there probably should be a rule that if you're talking about how many loaves of bread a bullet will go through, it's understood that you mean lengthwise loaves. Otherwise, it makes no sense.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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If you have two loaves of bread, sell one and buy a lily.
Look What Happened When I Shared My Lunch
Off with my basket of loaves and fishes I sped
as I rushed up the hill to hear what Jesus said.
Sitting down I listened well to those words of His
for I had never heard any man speak like this.
Time went by so rapidly but I did not care
I could have stayed forever in His presence there.
As evening came all went quiet and all stood still
and many thousands were gathered upon the hill.
Then to my surprise his disciple came to me
for into my lunch basket he wanted to see.
So I showed him the five loaves and two fishes there
and he asked if I would be willing my lunch to share.
What food I had I took to Jesus willingly
and then as He gave thanks there so surprisingly
a miracle happened and my eyes opened wide
as the five loaves and two fishes were multiplied.
The multitudes were told to sit down on the ground
and my loaves and fishes were then passed around.
When all were fed twelve baskets were taken away
and five thousand people had eaten well that day.
I knew that He was the Prophet who was to come
and made my way rejoicing all the way back home.
I'll never forget the things Jesus did that day
after all the multitude had gone on their way.
For I'd learned that no gift would ever be too small
what's important is to be prepared to give Him all
I gave all to Him and recommend you do too
for wonderful blessings will result when we do.
written after reading John 6: 1-14
If I had two loaves of bread, I would sell one and buy hyacinths, for they would feed my soul.
Jesus worked many miracles
multiplying loaves and fish
but did not make bread from stones
quote by by John Celes
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My Friend Jack
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
Sugarman hasnt got a care
Hes been traveling everywhere
Been on a voyage across an ocean
Heard the sweet sounds of wheels in motion
Hes seen hawks fly high to hail the setting sun
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
Sugarman hasnt got a care
Hes been traveling everywhere
Hes seen the people in the city
And the bright lights looks awful pretty
Hes followed dusty tracks into eternity
Eating sugar cain in cuba
Try to grow it in japan
On the west coast, hes real famous
Kids they call him sugar man
My friend jack
My friend jack
My friend jack
My friend jack
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
Sugarman hasnt got a care
Hes been traveling everywhere
Been on a voyage across an ocean
Heard the sweet sounds of wheels in motion
Hes seen hawk fly high to hail the setting sun
Eating sugar cain in cuba
Try to grow it in japan
On the west coast, hes real famous
Kids they call him sugar man
Been on a voyage across an ocean
Heard the sweet sounds of wheels in motion
Hes seen the hawk fly high to hail the setting sun
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
Sugarman hasnt got a care
Hes been traveling everywhere
My friend jack eats sugar loaves
My friend jack eats
song performed by by Boney M.
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A Lad
There is a lad over here woth five barley loaves and two fish,
So buy me bread from him that i may eat;
For the shining lmp is seen afar!
And i have to prepare my love tonight for my lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Same Bed
Same bed and yet they're poles apart. She's plagued
By ghosts, to all intents, while he's progressed.
They no matter what tried to figure out sight,
Like loaves of bread they were locked in peaceful fight.
Huge but soft, the bread sliced thin,
And they were separated powerfully enough.
Afterwards, the way he looked at her
Caused adequate fright to be two inches thick of cloth.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eat A Bagel
The circle of bread happens to us in reality,
I call mine a bagel, you call yours something;
Rolls I withstand til the end of Time,
The differently baked food is always mine.
The real cooks have gin and all the wandering
In the kitchen, like the ones that do a job.
May we extract rolls and loaves from their hands
As we have from our predecessors, like that.
The circles of bread are finer to behold
Than the ones of stickiness and dough.
poem by Naveed Akram
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None Of Them
Through the hill country,
Through the valley of love,
Where, young women were drawing some water;
But, the loaves of bread on your table means a lot to me.
The home of the seer,
The home of the poet,
The home of the artist,
And like Shaul the son of Kish!
But, the loaves bread on your table means a lot to me.
A nose longer,
A head taller,
A mouth smaller,
And, to the place of love;
With seven days of care.
To the high places,
With food in our sacks;
Servants,
Slaves,
From Dan to Beersheba! !
But, who is she?
Three days of love,
A journey to America;
But, she turned into another woman!
However, wriring my poems like a pastor's note is what i presented.
Who is he?
The great tree of peace;
And like three days ago with your love,
But, a journey to Africa is what you need.
He turned into another man!
And like the customs of the mummers and wild men;
But, on Rachel's tomb i will rest my mind.
A journey to Asia,
A journey to Australia,
A jouney to Europe;
And to stimulate the deities! !
Ashod, Gaza, Ashkelon, Gath and Ekron;
But the goddess of the dawn came around!
However, none of the Apostles celebrated Easter.
What is my mind?
What is in my heart?
What is on your table?
What is in your soup?
What is in your mouth?
But, on Rachel's tomb i will rest my mind;
For, none of them could satisfy my muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Grass
Give grass to the horses and the mules,
For i am sitting ona high mountain and i am enjoying the views;
And the sweet memories of your love do bath me all over!
Five loaves of bread for five thousand men,
And like the signs of the times and the face of the sky;
But the wind will always whisper your sweet name to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gingerbread
'Gingerbread,
Go to the head.
Your task is done;
A soul is won.
Take it and go
Where muffins grow,
Where sweet loaves rise
To the very skies,
And biscuits fair
Perfume the air.
Away, away!
Make no delay;
In the sea of flour
Plunge this hour.
Safe in your breast
Let the yeast-cake rest,
Till you rise in joy,
A white bread boy!'
poem by Louisa May Alcott
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Since we have loaves let us not look for cakes.
My Loaf
Then we strive for a living too perfect,
How angered God constructs the lesions
Of your brain, innards are intact for the life.
Loaves of bread ingested will give output,
My outing resides in my head, with a foul;
The picnic is of course a picked loaf
From the parlour of discontent.
The religion surrenders with a people
Always governed by the authorities of God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dose of Choco
Can not hold but indulge,
heaven-taste choco fudge.
Oh so sweet and yummy,
chocolate ice cream so creamy.
On each day I love to devour,
loaves of choco bread each hour.
After each meal I want a dessert,
thought of a chocolate cake I assert;
even as diabetic, I can't wait!
poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Loaves put awry into the oven come out crooked.
If stars were loaves, many people would sleep out.
An oven whose door does not shut does not bake its loaves.
Cannot Say
On a hollow path
you had failed
carrying the loaves of bread
in biting cold of politics
scaring the lips.
I was standing near
the dawn in praise of dark.
The sharks were coming.
Here goes the marble floor
for drowning in black blood.
The fire between the palaces
was eating the golden thighs.
I think flowers have gone
to drink from the little ponds
near the escaped souls
of scribes and guns.
poem by Satish Verma
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Amen, Amen...
for the few grains of rice that i have given you
and for the slice of fish,
God has given me more than what
i have parted,
God has given me a house, a rice granary,
a thousand loaves of bread,
an ocean of fish
plus a book of poems,
plus the nightingale songs
My heart sings praises for Him.
For every grain of rice that i have shared with a hungry neighbor,
God has replenished me with truckloads.
FOR THE FEW cents that i have given as fare for the old woman
who wishes to go home,
God has repaid me money in bundles.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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