Certain foods no longer agree with me. If I eat French fries, I might feel sick to my stomach.
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If French Fries Were Fat Free
Will I need a miss of my life
Each time I went left, I should've gone right
And love's no exception to this rule
Cause I turned around I lost you
Now I'm feeling lonesome and blue
Just the way I expect to
But there's something that I could use
To help me deal with this abuse
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
You know the more I think about you
The more sense it makes
Cause grease and love both cause heartache
So I raise my glass and toast
These things I want the most
Though I probably never see
I can't help but believing
That if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
Oh if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Food glorious food for Friend Thad
The hunger pangs I feel are real.
My stomachs growling to be fed,
This is no quiet mute appeal
refuses to be quieted.
Nouveau cuisine just will not do
no pretty pictures on a plate
I really need something to chew
some prime beef steak to masticate.
My stomach clearly understands
exactly what it wants and needs
Expects me to obey its commands
and as always it succeeds.
A T bone steak with some French fries
My stomach usually satisfies.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Punks Rock
I want my french-fries, I need my french-fries
I want my french-fries, I need my french-fries
I want my french-fries, my french-fries, my french-fries
I want my french-fries, french-fries
I want my ketchup, I need my ketchup
I want my french-fries with the ketchup, and salt and salt and ketchup
I want my french-fries, french-fries
song performed by by P.O.D.
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French fries. I love them. Some people are chocolate and sweets people. I love French fries. That and caviar.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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I was ecstatic they re-named 'French Fries' as 'Freedom Fries'. Grown men and women in positions of power in the U.S. government showing themselves as idiots.
quote by Johnny Depp
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042211H only on friday
a box of fried fish, french fries
and sixteen ounces of root beer
for five bucks is wonderful price
that i will have patience to wait
this is not new york nor chicago
this is friday in southern state
they have these array of benches
facing calmn blue atlantic ocean
where waves are tampered to ripples
from newly built long water breaks
i can see sails from a distant flaunting
enough coldness for my french fries
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Bummer
I'm sitting here
Feeling icky
This medicine I've got
It's very sticky
I'm swimming in a sea
Of tissues
And gulping down hot tea
I'm sick
Oh man, I'm sick
And it's no good being sick
Because I feel awful
I've got a pain in my side
It's a killer cramp-oh!
God, it hurts!
I've gotta take some Tylenol or something
'Cause this really hurts
I'm sneezing, coughing, wheezing
AACHOOO!
Ugh...my nose...is so stuffy
My throat is sore
When I swallow, it stings like crazy
My body aches
I've got shivers and shakes
Shimmying down my spine
My forehead is like a hot-air balloon
Ascending into the sky
I feel dizzy
I feel queasy
My stomach hurts so bad
I feel like I'm gonna...like I'm gonna...
BLEH!
Ugh...too late...I already did
There's a pool of sickly pink and green
Staring up at me
Ew...
I'm sick
Oh man, I'm sick
And it's no good being sick
Because I feel awful
poem by Jade chiKahn
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I Am Sick....
I am sick …. The pain I feel.
I am sick…. This must be surreal.
I am sick…. I will not die.
I am sick…. But I must live on with this lie.
I am sick…. It’s not like cancer it’s not that bad.
I am sick… but the say depression goes with this pain I have.
I am sick…. It will never disappear.
I am sick…. My days will go on with the same o’l tear.
I am sick…. That I have thought of taking my pain away.
I am sick…. For that I cannot for the pain must stay.
I am sick… and no one can fix me.
I am sick…. That no one can see.
I am sick…. They believe nothing is wrong with me.
I am sick…. Because of this disease.
I am sick…. Because I beg god please.
poem by Winifred Harkness
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I'm sick of you
Can’t you tell I’m sick of you?
If you can’t let me make it straight,
I’m sick of having this debate,
I’m sick of being the friend you come to when you’re bored,
And I’m sick of my words being ignored,
I’m sick of listening to you telling me what to do,
I’m sick of having to do chores for you,
I quit,
I’m sick of hearing you flirt with my brother,
Why don’t you go find another?
I’m sick of hearing what you and your friends are doing,
But never hearing “you’re going”,
I’m sick of not being good enough,
Sorry we don’t like the same stuff,
I sick of you caring what people think of me,
It’s me, and I don’t agree,
I am who I am like it or leave it,
So I will go, but I must admit,
I am a screw up, not the best at being a friend,
But I don’t talk crap, don’t pretend,
I don’t use, lie, or fake,
So as I said, this is me,
Like it or leave it,
I am done.
poem by Courtney Helm
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And Since You Do Not Know How To Write A Poem
the i offer you one thing to do,
how about
drinking an indian ink?
or throwing an american pie
right at my face?
or folding a manila paper
keeping your shit
inside it...
i miss you really.
i like french fries
and french kisses. mhoaa!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sick Of It All
Im sick of it all
every single thing you do it drvies me crazy
Im sick of the way you look at me with those bright blue eyes
Im sick of the way you make me feel
you make me feel like im worth a thousand words
Im sick of the way you touch my hair
Im sick of the way you smile at my jokes
you make me wanna stay in this world just a little longer
Im sick of it all
But most of all im sick of the way i know im not worth those great blue eyes,
giant perfect smile, and that hair i could die for
poem by Kayhla Kinney
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I Feel Sick...
When life is alone...i feel sick...
When i miss ur smile...i feel sick...
When i miss u fm sight..i feel sick...
when i miss ur warm touch...i feel sick...
when i miss ur walk.....i feel sick...
when i miss ur play.....i feel sick....
when i miss ur kiss...i m mercyless....
itz all abt u coz u r only friend i hv to ma heart....
so i am sick...till u luk back....
poem by Sujatha JBS
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The Missing of One
Sick in pit of stomach, sick
Thick thoughts of trips gone so quick
Photo trick, when album flicked
Sit n flick, bit by bit
Brick by brick memories flit
Only Good times tick, not kick n kick
Grap my kit, snap out of it
No longer need this shit.
poem by Casual Diamond
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Sick.. &.tired.
I'm sick of being sick, and tired of being tired
I'm sick and tired of being, sick and tired
I try to help and look what I get,
A forget you and a butt to kiss.
I Feel left out when I'm in this place,
It like I don't even exist. I'm tired and
Weak, I can no longer defeat.
Like a stray bullet through the chest
Falling straight to my knees. I'm hurt and
Desire for a new life, because the one in stuck with
Is not right. My life is so difficult, part of me wants to stay and
Part of me wants to leave.... I'm making a feeble attempt to no
Longer BREATH.
poem by Diamond Heyward
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I eat a cheeseburger with French fries almost every day.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Why Bother?
i hate my life,
i just want to end it,
it not going the way i want,
why should i stay?
i don't feel like i belong,
i don't feel people want me around,
so much going through my head,
like which way should i go?
which would work the best?
which way can i go,
so i won't return to this life?
i hate it that much,
these are the questions that run
through my head,
who will care?
maybe just my family,
but, that's it?
why should i carry around so much pain?
i'm sick to my stomach thinking about it,
i'm stuck in a life i no longer want,
tiried of sticking around just hopeing
that some day it will get better,
because the way i see it,
there is no upside to things,
who am i kidding?
thinking my life had meaning to remain,
because day after day,
i'm starting to see it as a joke,
with that one question that still lingers,
what the hell am i even doing here?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Sonnet: Old Age Will Subdue All
The day will come when you must hold a stick
As prop and stand or walk with its support;
This frame will age some day or become sick
Or bed-ridden ‘like old ship back to port’!
The day will come when you can’t raise your voice
Or sing aloud akin to days when young,
Nor eat variety foods as per your choice,
For feeble grows your stomach, cords and lung!
The day will come when you can’t even sin
By habit as you used to do in past;
With senescence, no one can ever win,
Or challenge it until you breathe your last!
When old-age seizes you so stealthily,
Surrender soul to God quite happily!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-27-2006
poem by John Celes
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Motorway
Motorway food is the worst in the world,
Youve never eaten food like youve eaten on the motorway.
Motorway food is the worst in the world,
The coffee tastes weak and the cakes taste stale
And gasoline fumes are the worst to inhale,
Your stomach rolls over and your face turns pale.
Oh, that motorway livin,
Aint it a thrill to be so free, yeh.
Riding down the motorway,
Got to charge up my batteries,
Rest my seat, rest my eyes,
So tired, tired of livin, tired of livin this motorway livin.
Motorway tea is warm and wet,
The rain is a pouring and its four in the morning,
And its all I can get.
Youve never seen loos like motorway loos,
Thousands of people passing through,
Its enough to put you off of your motorway food.
Oh that motorway living,
Aint it a thrill to be so free, yeh.
Got to get away from
Cats eyes, cold meat pies,
Thousand on raft, cold french fries
So tired, tired of livin, tired of livin this motorway livin.
Motorway food is invariably fried,
It keeps me and feeds me and helps me survive.
Oh that motorway, aint it a thrill to be so free, yeh,
Riding down the motorway, cats eyes, cold meat pies
Thousand on raft, cold french fries,
So tired, tired of livin, tired of livin this motorway livin.
Motorway food is the worst in the world,
Youll never eat food like youve eaten on the motorway.
Motorway food is the worst in the world.
My stomachs upset and I dont feel well,
Gotta get my head down, stop for a while in a motorway hotel.
Mama oh mama, my dear suzi too,
This motorway message is sent just for you.
My headaches improved but my back really hurts,
I never thought Id travel so far to work.
song performed by by Kinks
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So Sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Ricky Baker
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Im sick
im sick of not knowing,
im sick of not showing,
im sick of all the starring
im sick of not caring
im sick of being labled bad
im sick of always looking sad
im sick of feeling locked in bars
im sick of all the painful scars
im sick of all the thugs
im sick of all the drugs
im sick of asking myself why
im sick of telling myself i want to die
im sick of feeling like i always want to cry
im sick of living a lie
im sick of not having a dream
im sick of lifes borring theme
but thares only one was out...
so what does that mean?
poem by Malorie Genoff
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