I was born nine months premature.
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He was born early. But he was born within a safe range of premature.
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Kids! Kids! Kids!
You're once a sperm that your father didn't waste,
Dove to your mother's egg and gave her a positive test,
Became a fetus and made her crave for nuts and coke,
In nine months pain and joy; she's quite of a joke.
Valentine's day could have been better but you dare,
A name Valentino could've been your worst nightmare;
So you thought February thirteen is a lot wiser
Of choosing us as your parents; Kevin is much nicer.
Everyday, we watch you grow, walk, and play,
And we thought of your being alone is lonely;
Eighteen months thereafter is another baby,
A premature born named Kyle Wesley.
For a princess, it's a try but a condom got applied,
‘Cause mommy says: "two is enough to drive me crazy; "
Then, all of a sudden, a tubal ligation came up in her mind,
But what can I say, it's her choice; it's her body.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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To surrender to ignorance and call it God has always been premature, and it remains premature today.
quote by Isaac Asimov
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Everyone by now presumably knows about the danger of premature optimization. I think we should be just as worried about premature design - designing too early what a program should do.
quote by Paul Graham
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When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.
quote by Harriet Ann Jacobs
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Premature Outbursts Later To Be Cursed
On automatic are dramatics,
With performances begun.
Those combat addicts,
Choose to pick their fights...
To declare what they have won.
Only,
To find themselves birthing...
Premature outbursts,
Later...
To be cursed!
On automatic are dramatics,
With performances begun.
Those combat addicts,
Choose to pick their fights...
To declare what they have won.
Only,
To find themselves birthing...
Premature outbursts,
Later...
To be cursed!
Only,
To find themselves birthing...
Activities done,
That can't...
Be reversed!
Premature outbursts,
Are later to be cursed.
Premature outbursts,
Are later to be cursed.
Premature outbursts,
Are later to be cursed.
Premature outbursts,
Are later to be cursed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Birthday Carol
I was born this very morning
And my brother he was also born,
In our first nine months we learned to speak
And we have been listening since early morn.
I love no one but my brother
Who spent those months with me
I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
But it isnt yet the afternoon,
And things are still to be,
And when evening comes we all will see.
I am not very old and I wont live long.
I was born this very morning singing this here song
Now I feel the worst for older people
Winding out their friendless hours alone
Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
Looking out to find everyone has gone home.
Is there something I can pray to?
Some offering I can send?
Or some ear that I can play to, to help him find a friend?
And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
For the evening comes and who knows when.
Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
Is there no other to live together,
To be our lover?
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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This Spider World
Nine months in deep sleep,
Today a child is born;
This is the poetry of my way of life,
This is the poetry of your way of life;
Our minds to the peoples around us.
Nine months in deep sleep,
Today a child is born;
So enter into the world so sweet with,
The muse and the muses!
This Spider World is full of strings.
To and fro to make ends meet,
After nine months of deep sleep;
Of the potraits and masks of one's life,
When a child is born into this spider world.
Soft words like oil,
Smooth life like butter,
Of a joyous occasion with the muse;
Today a child is born.
This Spider World full of strings,
This act of 'to and fro' to make ends meet;
We are all in this Spider World together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Born To Be Loved By You
Borne again.
Because have you at just being borne again.
At last I feel that Im alive and more.
This is the moment Ive waited for.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Born to walk with you.born to talk with you.
I was born for you.
Born to be with you, only you.
Born to be loved by you.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby.
Born for you, born to be loved by you
(you and only you) born to be with only you.
I look at you and all at once I know that dreams come true.
For there you are the other part of me.
I have found my destiny.
Born to be loved by you.born to be loved by you.
Right or wrong for you.weak or strong for you.
Faithful or untrue
Born chained forever and far beyond.
Born to be loved by you and only you
No one else will do.
Heart and soul,born to be loved
Born to be loved.born to be loved by you.
(you and only you,born to be with only you)
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you.born for you baby.
Born for you, born for you baby..
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Love, Joy And Peace!
Love, joy and peace! !
Structure, future, mature, stature;
Claim, aim, main!
With the three colours around;
But, try to live a normal life.
Breech,
Premature!
But, try to stay healthy;
And be yourself always and be very beautiful.
Picture, premature, torture, fracture!
But, be yourself always and be very handsome;
And, try to live a normal life without hurting your neighbours.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To Miss C-----, On Her Birthday
How many between east and west,
Disgrace their parent earth,
Whose deeds constrain us to detest
The day that gave them birth!
Not so when Stella's natal morn
Revolving months restore,
We can rejoice that she was born
And wish her born once more!
poem by William Cowper
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A Tribute to S.P.T
The daring soul
Born to be born in death
A hundred deaths he shall endure
Only to be born again as martyr
To decorate his blood with bravery.
The lost is felt across the seas
All over the universe the tears roll
To bath your departure in this final path
Stars and moon too have been wailing here
A sign that in this fall you have risen again
To live in the hearts of many soul.
It’s painful to bear the end
That comes abrupt
The smile and voice buried now
Will come again a hundred fold
And run run and run, thy enemies shall run.
A smiling tiger, your departure is premature
Rare indeed a man of your stature
Born only to be born again as martyr
To decorate your blood with bravery.
Mother earth is proud to consume you
For you have stood the test for loyalty
In justice to free the anarchy of the south
Fearless indeed your move
Like a tiger your steps you placed ever.
Happy sojourn, dear fighter.
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poem by cyclopseven Ram
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I Was Not When You Were Born, You Were Old When I Was Born
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
You regret that I was late born,
I regret that you were early born.
I was not when you were born,
You were old when I was born.
I wished to have been born together,
We could enjoy our time together.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I was so far away from you,
You were so distant from me.
You were not when I was born,
I was old when you were born.
I’d become a flower-seeking butterfly,
And sleep on the fragrant grass every night.
poem by by unknown author
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The Ruler Knows Us
You are three years older than Emmanuel,
And you are three years and eight months older than i am;
But Emmanuel is eight months older than i am.
This is like the game of ages around us,
But the Ruler knows us all;
And He knows when someone is born and when someone will die,
For this all about His works on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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June And July
June and July are right in the middle
Of a time that is a period to learn.
The months of our summer in this land
I call England,
Are like these months.
The other months work for these ones,
And those ones that are not these two months
Still believe in the sun and moon and planets.
They trust the stars, walk in the mind
And state our successes, in all our graveness.
The grave has no month, but lives in years
To manage the time in heaven.
For some June is like July,
But I think what they look is what they are.
poem by Naveed Akram
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For My Daughters
never forget my daughters
you are and will always be
among my greatest blessings
from God
throughout
a long life
I waited
a long time
for each
of you
too
be born
I spoke
to you
loved you
for months
and months
before your births
I held you
in my arms
in my heart
year after year
each
day rising
loving you
through all life's
trials
among all my greatest
blessings your hands
your love your smiles
poem by Terence George Craddock
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To My Unborn
I miss you lil one,
I never got to know you,
You were only in my stomache for only 3 months 1 week,
I felt you moving,
I wish I heard your heartbeat,
This kills me that I never got to know you,
I Always wonder what sex you would be,
I know that you would have been 2 yrs old,
I miss you so much,
It feels like I lost apart me the day you past away that late summer in July,
Never got the chance to cry over you or even got the chance to burry you or give you life,
I miss you so much.
This is to my unborn baby that never got the chance to live or even get to be born. May he/she R.I.P passed away on July 20,2008 at 10AM. I was only 3 months 1 week.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Born To Rule
Lay down your arms this night
Surrender to the power
Embracing your metal heart
On your final walk through the snow
A hammer made of steel
From the river of blood
With magic, forged in flames
Delusions, a curse of the damned
What do you see?
Imaginary visions or reality
When you're free
Then you'll see that you are bound to rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
The revolution forced us all to heed the final call
And if tomorrow never comes
Then we will strike the hammer down
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
Forever, forever Rule!
song performed by by Hammerfall
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I carry Yeats with me wherever I go. He's my constant companion. I always can find some comfort in Yeats no matter what the situation is. Months and months and months go by and I know I need to switch to Shelley or somebody else, but right now Yeats is enough for me.
quote by Linda Hamilton
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Exhibits
They haven't learned to let things go.
Listen to their conversations,
Diced with bitterness and things
That happened to them many years ago!
Notice the wheezing and premature aging.
They speak of leaving,
Although nothing they do now is accountable!
The ones over there pointing?
They have no clue who they harass.
And could care less if you asked them.
They are the community victimizers.
Also 'leaders' picked who lack abilities.
They speak of unity,
When their children are arrested for crimes!
Of course they do not see themselves to blame.
And the last of the exhibits,
Are the new arrivals.
They are recruited from various places,
To enact as replacements!
You will observe their ambitious natures,
For at least six months...
Until they too begin to wonder,
'Who' inflicts and controls the madness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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