Here was a man with loads of talent, loads of ability, lots of love to give; but that had been stifled and aborted. I became very fond of that character.
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On long haul flights I always drink loads and loads of water and eat light and healthy food.
quote by Lisa Snowdon
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There are loads of countries that have nice written constitutions like ours. But there aren't loads of countries where they're followed.
quote by Stephen Breyer
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Just The Beginning
I can walk on fire, it ain't stoppin' me
It's just showin' me the way
Come thunder, lightning all over me
I'd still be on my way
You can put me through loads of trouble
But in anyway
It's just the beginnin' and not the end
No use in pretendin' cause you can't win
It's just the beginnin', the beginnin'
Not the end
It's not a stange behavior, it's the way I am
Nothin' puts me down
And if a situation would get out of hand
I'd still be back around
You can put me through loads of trouble
But never bring me down
It's just the beginnin' and not the end...
I can walk on fire, it ain't stoppin' me...
You can put me through loads of trouble
But in any way
It's just the beginnin'
It's just the beginnin'
It's just the beginnin'
It's just the beginnin'
It's just the beginnin', and not the end
song performed by by Europe
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Swag Bag
Dubiously earned, carefully packed
Loads and loads of greenbacks
Poor people won't understand
No rough diamond, he skips across the pond
Charged to shore up this institution
Lettered in his contract is his saviour..his absolution
Laughing all the way from the bank
His golden handshake with our thanks
Lesser mortals look up to him
And work out how to commit their own sin.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Heart Cryzzz
If only u cud feel me,
U wud find me as yourself,
Shattered r d feelings,
Of dis heart datz rarely felt,
In these nights of darkness,
Love only love can bind us now,
I cannot force it,
It’s level falling down too low…
Broken is d thread of trust,
It’s soooo full of knots,
Solely I won’t blame u,
For equal r my faults,
My heart sinks at d crust,
Cuz u fail 2 pay heed,
Not a spying mentor,
But a caring pal I need….
If only u cud b one,
I have loads n loads 2 share,
My faith begin 2 loosen,
With yours jugdeful angry stare,
Plz cum for I need u,
I really need u by me side,
I know that I aint perfect,
But in my way..m right!
poem by Dishi I Write 2 Live
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I like to help create team spirit in the dressing room. I feel that I've got loads of love to give.
quote by Paul Gascoigne
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Turn up your radio. Watch lots of telly and eat loads of choc. Feel guilty. Stay up all night. Learn everything in six hours that has taken you two years to compile. That's how I did it.
quote by Dawn French
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Christmas Zen #2
pickup loads of wood,
stray dog running beside the tracks...
young girl hauling a baby,
old coat pulled across her face.
somebody somewhere is crying,
the hands on the clock slowly crawl,
... bare Christmas trees in a parking lot.
& already a line at the soup kitchen,
the sound of bells, water dripping from a spicket...
old man in coveralls, selling...
pickup loads of wood.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Ants
What wonder strikes the curious, while he views
The black ant's city, by a rotten tree,
Or woodland bank! In ignorance we muse:
Pausing, annoyed,--we know not what we see,
Such government and thought there seem to be;
Some looking on, and urging some to toil,
Dragging their loads of bent-stalks slavishly:
And what's more wonderful, when big loads foil
One ant or two to carry, quickly then
A swarm flock round to help their fellow-men.
Surely they speak a language whisperingly,
Too fine for us to hear; and sure their ways
Prove they have kings and laws, and that they be
Deformed remnants of the Fairy-days.
poem by John Clare
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Obviously you have to have talent in order to play so you can't overlook that, but we won't overlook the character issue when it comes to talent because if they have talent and they don't have character, it's going to be very difficult to coach that person.
quote by Tim Buckley
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Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock
My neighbor plays Guitar Hero III and he has lots of fans.
He's better at it than other people, nobody can play it like he can.
He loves this game and he jams everyday.
He gets the highest score every time he plays.
This is the only game he plays and it really rocks.
He can't put his guitar down, he's king of the XBOX.
Sometimes it gets on his parents nerves because it's pretty loud.
Lots of people come to see it, he always draws a crowd.
People love this game because it's loads of fun.
Nobody can beat my neighbor's score because he's number one.
poem by Randy Johnson
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The Song Queen
She rules
The air waves
With beautiful voice
She who rules
The airwaves
With beautiful voice
Carves the cadence
Reflecting the effervescent
Views of beauty
Loads the cadence
That makes up beauty
She waves
A legendary appetite
For uploading
The punches, the loads
Of peaked beatific sandbags
In the exciting neighborhood of beauty
She goes
She comes
With superb entries
In the multicolored
Languages of the horizon
She covers
A lot
Of the territory of beauty
She
The immaculate
Song queen
poem by Uchechukwu Agodom
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Shots
Shots
Ringing all along the borders can be heard
Striking out like a venom in the sky
Cutting through the air faster than a bird
In the night.
Children
Are lost in the sand, building roads with little hands
Trying to join their fathers castles together again
Will they make it? who knows where or when
Old wounds will mend?
Machines
Are winding their way along, looking strong
Building roads and bringing back loads and loads
Of building materials
In the night
Men
Are trying to move the borders on the ground
Lines between the different spots that each has found
But back home another scene was going down
In the night.
Lust
Comes creepin through the night to feed on hearts
Of suburban wives who learned to pretend
When they met their dreams end
In the night.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
Shots
I hear shots, I keep hearing shots
I keep hearing shots
I hear shots.
But Ill never use your love,
You know Im not that kind
And so if you give your heart away
I promise to you
Whatever we do
That I will always be true.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Drinks
Drinking lots of whisky
Can be rather risky.
Drinking gallons of gin
Can lead you into sin.
Drinking tons of brandy
Doesn't actually make you randy.
Drinking loads of rum
Can make you rather dumb.
Nothing rhymes with vodka,
Tough! ! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Early Works - Universal Life
You wake up in the morning
and put your hands behind your head
as another day awaits your eager mind,
but what job would you choose to find
butcher, baker or maybe a preacher
writing striking sermons
to the multitude it would be read
of the peaceful life that eludes
without their wars and faults.
Maybe not a preacher but a baker instead
baking pies, cakes and bread
wedding cakes, rolls and steak pies,
but even baking has its constant ties.
Back to the reality your in
maybe a lawyer you might have been
questioning the witnesses
that the prosecution has brought forward
to help beat your case.
No its back to the drawing board in your mind
to etch another job to find,
maybe a policeman’s job would be fine
catching murders and thieves
by clues he or she leave behind,
making sure lorries don’t overload,
reforming the bad to good
by helping the deeply misunderstood.
However, even a policeman’s job has pit falls;
maybe a poet’s job isn’t bad at all.
Writing romantic words of love
about the moon, sun and stars above.
Saying words descriptive and sweet
to each girl you meet,
writing a philosophy on life
with its hated and strife,
acting a rebel to society
with banners and placard, not for me.
Maybe a secret agent for me
travelling to different countries
photographing secret documents,
then maybe we’re not all Derek Flints or James Bond,
then why not a Beatle maybe
with lots and lots of lovely loot
and loads and loads of fame
with everyone knowing your name.
No, I’ll just lay here and dream again.
Date unknown (Probably the late 1960s or early 1970s)
poem by David Harris
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L.o.v.e
L.O.V.E
Letters, Offspring’s, Vacations, Enjoyment
Laugh out very energetically
Loose obstacles viciously endlessly
Lead on very enchantingly
Lucky on various elements
Lots of visits engages
L.O.V.E
Longing often voices excitement
Let one value everybody
Look often very excited
Loads of visual exoticness
Late opportunities, various energies
Long open vital engagements
Lock out vital errors
L.O.V.E
Lots of victory engages
Loving observations vary easily
Life often verifies enthusiasm
Lots of various entertainments
Loose out vexing entirely
Let out vanity endlessly
Longing, Openness, Vows, Everlasting
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Lovina Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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To My Friend Ben
A friend, a rejoice, It my friend Ben
thinking about you, I took my Pen
Towards all your dreams You did run
and mailing, caring had been always a fun
As the life did unfold with its memorable turn
with loads of love and happiness urn
Jack came in to spread the wings of joy
to make a complete man of a tomboy
Both of you being my friends is my joy
no matter where this life goes and dry
Time did never matter for sure
distance could never takes its lure
for the friendship that withstood all
will never gets lost till i have a fall
We shared happiness, worries and joy
did discuss things crazy and stories of Troy
When ever life had a joy to share
i would only wish you are aware
when ever life had a worry to fret
I have Ben to share and i do bet
Thank you Friend
You are there till the end
Christmas round the corner
You both fill the thoughts to adore
Have a fairy tale days to come
Enjoy you life's ride like in Brum.
With loads of affection to you and Jack
Sree
poem by Umasree Raghunath
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Maths
Maths is fun but can be boring,
You never know when tests are due,
Sometimes hard,
Never know whats coming the next day,
Sometime on the top floor! ! ! !
Theres always Algebra, Numbers, Addition, Sums
Lots of them.
More and more homework everyday,
Either online or written,
Tables set out allover the place,
Table by table,
Sat alphabetically.
Numbers allover the place,
Loads of them! ! !
poem by Sophie Hanson
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There's a lot of heartache because you don't always win. You need loads of determination.