I have hardly seen my baby for six weeks; have been at the office from nine A.M. to eleven P.M. regularly.
quote by Franklin Knight Lane
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8 Weeks
8 weeks to live
8 weeks to die
8 weeks is all they had
8 weeks to do the things they never did
8 weeks of fighting
8 weeks of trying to fit everything in
8 weeks of pain, suffering, and confusion
8 weeks of faking a smile
8 weeks of repetition
8 weeks of knowing they were nearing the end
8 weeks of love from friends and family
8 weeks…the shortest/longest, most hurtful/helpful weeks of their lives
8 weeks later…knowing they’ll never be able to do the things they’ve always wanted to
8 weeks later…now realizing he’ll never see her walk, at graduation nor down the aisle
8 weeks later…close friends and family now in shambles
8 weeks later…close friends and family never closer
8 weeks later…here we are
poem by Anthony Martello
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Yeah, about sixteen to twenty weeks a year. For example, we can do America in six or seven weeks. You can do Europe in three weeks; England in two weeks. South America you could do in three weeks; Asia you could do in three weeks.
quote by Warren Cuccurullo
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The Twenty-Fifth Year of His Life
He goes regularly to the taverna
where they'd met the previous month.
He made inquiries, but they weren't able to tell him
anything.
From what they said, he gathered the person he'd met
was someone completely unknown,
one of the many unknown and shady young types
who dropped in there.
But he still goes to the taverna regularly, at night,
and sits there gazing toward the doorway,
gazing toward the doorway until he's worn out.
Maybe he'll walk in. Tonight maybe he'll turn up.
He does this for nearly three weeks.
His mind's sick with longing.
The kisses are there on his mouth.
His flesh, all of it, suffers from endless desire,
the feel of that other body is on his,
he wants to be joined with it again.
Of course he tries not to give himself away.
But sometimes he almost doesn't care.
Besides, he knows what he's exposing himself to,
he's come to accept it: quite possibly this life of his
will land him in a devastating scandal.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Eleven
ELEVEN
Eleven, eleven, eleven years old,
intrepid, courageous, becomingly bold,
awaiting the whistle to aim at the goal,
youth victory snatches to go for the gold.
Eleven in yellow, eleven in blue,
first warm up, then face out, they know what to do,
team practice their axis extended, each soul
feels ready, steels steady, heart heady, on cue.
Eleven enthusiasts, courage extolled,
engage without rage on the field that has told
long tales of hopes met or defeats swallowed whole,
on one ball all focus as onwards its rolled.
Eleven, eleven, well matched, tackle through,
a game which enflames passions partisan, true,
team work all important as each knows the role
to play so the day stays as record all view
Rupert Kensho Robin Le Saux written Chateaugiron 23 October 2006
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Eleven poem © Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Eleven today
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Today you're eleven
That's nine add on two.
Now ten is behind you
And twelve is to come
When riding your bike
Don't fall on your bum.
A six and a five
Make eleven as well
Your maths are so good
This I don't need to tell.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Legs are eleven
But you've only TWO!
Eleven is better
Than ten any day
That's what I think
And I'm going to say:
'Roses are red
Violets are blue,
Eleven is lovely
And so too are you.'
Written Sept 1994
poem by John Carter Brown
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11 Weeks
11 weeks of war and 11 weeks of peace,
11 weeks of love and 11 weeks of pain,
11 weeks of sorrow ans 11 weeks of my mind that writes;
But i need hot chili pepper from Chile and,
A rosted turkey from Turkey to rest my mind on your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Once In The Morning
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Ooh, baby
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough of your good good lovin stuff
Thatll be enough
Ooh yeah
Take away the yearning
Take away the burning
Baby, baby
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Just once in the morning
Once in the evening
Its not all youre thinking
I promise you well make it, very hard
Our love has to do with
Your conditions as to how and would we start
Its gotta be once in the morning
Once in the evening
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough of your good good lovin stuff
Thatll be enough
Thatll be enough
Take away the yearning
Take away the burning
Baby, baby
Just once
Yeah
Ooh...
Its seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
Its seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
I want you to be, be, be there
I want you to be, be, be there
Be there
Seven when I rise
Eleven, close my eyes
I promised that Ill be
Good enough for me
Once, once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Thatll be enough
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
Give it to me
Give it to me
Once in the morning
Once in the evening
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Password
Youve wet my appetite;
I want the taste of you tonight.
Ive gotta look out for me,
Like a cat whose got the cream.
Prrrr-rrrr-rrr!
I take you for a gambling man...
Ill place my bets as high as I can.
Maybe youre the one who can realize my dream.
Shall we see?
Meet me in the bedroom
At quarter-past eleven...
Say the lucky words Im looking for,
And well be locking up the door.
Baby, if you wanna be in my world,
Youve gotta know the password (password)
To make it right (to make it right).
Tell me your thinking hard,
I dont want this to fall apart...
Ive gotta feeling that we could just make a team.
Im careful with my heart,
Im a fussy girl and loves an art.
Tell me that your hiding something up your sleeve,
Please...
Meet me in the bedroom,
At quarter-past eleven.
Say the lucky words Im looking for,
And well be locking up the door.
Baby, if you wanna be in my world,
Youve gotta know the password (password)
To make it right (to make it right)
Baby, if you wanna be in my world,
Youve gotta know the password (password)
I think you might (I think you might)
Tell me the password baby, mmmm...
Please tell me baby,
Its not the hand youve got,
But how you play it...
Mmmm... yeah, whats the password?
(baby, baby) baby, whats the password [x4]
Baby, if you wanna be in my world (ooh baby whats the password),
Youve gotta know the password (password) (ah baby whats the password)
To make it right (to make it right) (oh baby whats the password)
Baby, if you wanna be in my world (baby whats the password).
Youve gotta know the password (password) (oh whats the password, ahhh
Password)
To make you might (I think you might) (ooh whats the password)
Tell me, tell me!
Oooh, hmm-ha!
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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A Manager
For me money is cotton
For you it`s freedom
Nowadays it`s fashion-
An American Dream!
So you strive to get the beam
To work like a robot
For the sake of the cotton dream.
You`re a mean value maneger
You never work under, you take higher
This century is yours, hold your computer
A human is nothing, but his career.
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
Your fate isn`t silly nor wicked
Your bucks is saved by your cent
Step by step, untill you get blind
It`s OK you are almost dead
As far as the Boss is fully glad
Im the first who admit
We all need the money
So, shall we get mad?
It`s a real calamity...
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
Step by step, until you get blind
The main thing is to know for sure
Where`s your place and who you are
No doubt, near a fool you`re smarter
Happiness for me means freedom
For you - Disney Land
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
You`re the luckiest
You work in the office
Oh, yeah baby
You work in the office
Oh, my God!
Translated from Russian. The Leningrad band 'Menedjer'
poem by Emma Adamyan
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Our Little Baby Fell Asleep
Our little baby fell asleep,
And may not wake again
For days and days, and weeks and weeks;
But then he'll wake again,
And come with his own pretty look,
And kiss Mamma again.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Baby Steps
one, two, three
i take a baby step
I'm scared of whats next
four, five, six
ready set go
Im on my way
to make a baby step
seven, eight, nine
afraid of whats behind
ten, eleven, twelve
final way out
take a baby step back
thinking whats going
to happen next
but I'm comeing
to make my first
baby step
poem by Krista Something
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Last Three Weeks 5-11-09
The last three weeks are:
crazy
heaktic
busy
tireing
exaugh sting
The last three weeks are:
full of test
parties
exams
food
movies
The last three weeks are:
exciting
emotional
no seniors, well for a week
losts of homework
no homework
The last three weeks mean
that school is almost out,
start counting down the days,
graduation,
awards,
SUMMER IS ALMOST HERE! !
Eleven minutes. The world revolved around something that only took eleven minutes.
Paulo Coelho in Eleven Minutes (2003), translated by Margaret Jull Costa
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The secret is to work less as individuals and more as a team. As a coach, I play not my eleven best, but my best eleven.
quote by Knute Rockne
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Days Old
Days have gone by for the better,
Weeks vanish now that they have formed.
The beginnings of life exist for me
As if my soul has been exposed.
The baby has spoken, for the baby can mutter,
And this child in me is a good profession
Of laughter and joy, over the rainbow.
This is golden of my marvels,
The men who retain and the women to understand,
Like babies would, like children can,
Like the baby-world.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Haunting
Sit down on that stool hear the cant of a fool
And a strange tale Ill impart to ye
Of a time that I lived at the buff of a hill
neath the burial chambers you see
One saturday night I got up on my bike
To go to a dance in the town
I set off at seven to be there at eleven
No thought of the rain coming down
As I pushed up the hill the rain started to spill
So for shelter I had to resort
Helter skelter I went as downhill I sped
To the trees at the old fairy fort
I pulled up my bike be a tree in the gripe
To find shelter out of the storm
The rain it came down and like stones beat the ground
But it was grand to be dry in that storm
I was dreaming away about better days
When a voice it says dirty ould night
I fell over me bike I got such a fright
When the ghostly voice bid me the night
I jumped up with a start gave the storm not a thought
As the hail beat a rhythm on me
And I stared at the tree that had spoken to me
Not a body was there I could see
The voice I had heard not another word said
As the hair on the head stood on me
And I said an our father as I peddled much faster
Away from that ghost haunted tree
For weeks and weeks after with nerves a disaster
Nowhere near that road would I go
And from dusk through the night I would shake with the fright
Of the tree that had haunted me so
Now whenever I go to a dance in the town
I make sure not to stop on the way
To be there for eleven I still leave at seven
But I go by a different way
song performed by by Pogues
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While You Were Gone
Hmm, whoa, yeah, oh baby, hmm, oh
I read you wrong
You said youd only be away a while
But the days turned into weeks
And all the weeks into miles
Baby why?
You couldve told me you were telling me goodbye
Couldve come clean and let me walk away in style, oh
Funny thing is
While I was missing you
While I was figuring what I was gonna do
1 - I got wise, I got hip
I caught on to your tricks
I got over it real quick, yeah baby
While you were gone
Now Im cool, cant you tell
Feel so good about myself
A funny thing happened to me baby
While you were gone
Oh, you looked surprised
Like no one ever left you and survived, no
Well leaving me alone has kind of opened my eyes
Baby you, you gave me the time to find somebody new
And I found strength inside me I never knew, oh
Funny thing is
While he was holding me
While he was showing me how its suppose to be
Repeat 1
Repeat 1 with ad-libs by kelly
Didnt freak, didnt cry
I just held my head up high
I learned how to say goodbye
While you were gone
Had time on my hands
Baby dont you understand
A funny thing happened to me baby
While you were gone
Had nothing but time on my hands
Learned how to understand boy
Got over you, got over you, oh
While he was holding me
While he was showing me how its suppose to be
Oh baby
Repeat 1
While you were gone, oh
Learned to lie, learned a lesson
Learned how to get along, learned how to be strong
Learned how to love myself, while you were gone, ooh, oh
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Since Ive Been Loving You
Working seven to eleven evry night,
It really makes my life a drag,
I dont think thats right.
Ive really, really been the best of fools,
I did what I could,
cause I love you, baby,
How I love you, darling,
How I love you, baby,
How I love you, girl, little girl.
But baby, since Ive been loving you, yeah,
Im about to lose my worried mind, oh, yeah.
Evrybody trying to tell me
That you didnt mean me no good.
Ive been trying, lord, let me tell you,
Let me tell you I really did the best I could.
Ive been working seven to eleven evry night,
It kinda makes my life a drag.
Lord, you know it aint right.
Since Ive been loving you,
Im about to lose my worried mind.
Said Ive been crying,
My tears they fell like rain,
Dont you hear,
Dont you hear them falling,
Dont you hear,
Dont you hear them falling.
Do you remember, mama, when I knocked upon your door?
I said you had the nerve to tell me
You didnt want me no more,
I open my front door hearing my back door slam,
You must have one of them new fangled,
New fangled back door man,
Ive been working from seven, seven, seven,
To eleven evry night,
It kinda makes my life a drag, a drag, drag,
Ah, yeah, it makes a drag.
Baby, since Ive been loving you,
Im about to lose,
Im about to lose, lose my worried mind.
song performed by by Led Zeppelin
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Your First Baby
THE BABIES FIRST YEAR
YOUR baby's first heart beat.
YOUR baby's first kick.
YOUR baby's first slap.
YOUR baby's first cry.
YOUR baby's first drink from Mommy's breast.
YOUR baby's first diaper change.
YOUR baby's first visitors at home.
YOUR baby's first crib.
YOUR baby's first blanket.
YOUR baby's first sounds.
YOUR baby's first laugh.
YOUR baby's first kiss.
YOUR baby's first word.
YOUR baby's first step.
YOUR baby's first weekend with gma.
YOUR baby's first birthday party.
YOUR baby's first year
poem by Talema Lawrence
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