Brimstone was great. That was another occasion when they called me in to do the pilot and it turned into a regular job, which made me quite happy. It was another really good experience and we were all so surprised when they pulled the plug on it.
quote by John Glover
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Are You a Good Husband?
All married men want to be called a good husband
A good husband is a decent husband
Mr. Husband what you done to deserve this decency?
Has your wife ever referred to you as her good husband?
It is known that the eyes cannot see itself
Unless by reflection. Have you ever asked
Your wife for a performance appraisal
Honey, how did I perform last year?
On a scale of one to ten, one for very poor
Ten for excellent, how did I perform?
Your wife may think you are now on new drugs
If you receive less than six, you need to
Start fence mending before it is too late
A good husband sees his wife as his friend
A nice husband treats his wife as his lover
A decent husband regards his wife as a soul-mate
You should anticipate what your wife
Will need before she makes any request
By the way, have you ever bought a gift
For your wife without an occasion?
Do you have to wait for her birthday?
To inform her that she is very special to you?
Do you have to wait for your wedding anniversary?
To tell her that she is the best thing in your life
When last did you talk to your wife in-laws?
When last did you visit your wife in-laws?
What have you done to be called a good husband?
Ask for performance appraisal on a regular basis
Remember, if you make your wife happy
You will get happiness in return
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Fortune, good or ill, as I take it, does not change men and women. It but develops their character. As there are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up the pen to write, so the heart is a secret even to him (or her) who has it in his own breast. Who hath not found himself surprised into revenge, or action, or passion, for good or evil, whereof the seeds lay within him, latent and unsuspected, until the occasion called them forth?
quote by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Pulled Up
Mommy, daddy, come and look at me now
Im a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe its true
Goes to show what a little faith can do
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I drift away to another land
Sleeping dreaming such a simple thing
I think of things that I might be
I see my name go down in history
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so string now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I tripped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled
You pulled me up! pulled me up up, pulled me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I got up
cause you pulled me up
I stood up
cause you pulled me up
I got up
And that was because you pulled me up
I got up
In a little while you pulled me up
Pull me up up up up, up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I cast a shadow on the living-room wall
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
Theres really no hurry Ill eat in a while
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped,
And then you pulled, you pulled me up!
Pull me up...pull me up...watch out!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
song performed by by Talking Heads
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A Tennyson Fragment
So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
His cousin's work, her empty labour, left.
But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung
And lingered all about the broidered flowers.
Then came his landlord, saying in broad Scotch,
`Smoke plug, mon,' whom he looked at doubtfully.
Then came the grocer saying, `Hae some twist
At tippence,' whom he answered with a qualm.
But when they left him to himself again,
Twist, like a fiend's breath from a distant room
Diffusing through the passage, crept; the smell
Deepening had power upon him, and he mixt
His fancies with the billow-lifted bay
Of Biscay, and the rollings of a ship.
And on that night he made a little song,
And called his song `The Song of Twist and Plug,'
And sang it; scarcely could he make or sing.
`Rank is black plug, though smoked in wind and rain;
And rank is twist, which gives no end of pain;
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.
`Plug, art thou rank? then milder twist must be;
Plug, thou art milder: rank is twist to me.
O twist, if plug be milder, let me buy.
`Rank twist, that seems to make me fade away,
Rank plug, that navvies smoke in loveless clay,
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.
`I fain would purchase flake, if that could be;
I needs must purchase plug, ah, woe is me!
Plug and a cutty, a cutty, let me buy.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Mothers Lament
(traditional)
Are we rolling? a one, a two, a three, a four...
A mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
The mother turned round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
Oh, where has my baby gone? the angels replied:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.
Your baby is perfectly happy;
He wont need a bath anymore.
Hes a-muckin about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.
Do you want to do it again?
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Mothers Lament
(traditional)
Are we rolling? a one, a two, a three, a four...
A mother was washing her baby one night;
The youngest of ten and a delicate mite.
The mother was poor and the baby was thin;
twas naught but a skeleton covered with skin.
The mother turned round for a soap off the rack.
She was only a moment but when she turned back
Her baby had gone, and in anguish she cried,
Oh, where has my baby gone? the angels replied:
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug hole.
Oh, your baby has gone down the plug.
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin,
He should have been washed in a jug, in a jug.
Your baby is perfectly happy;
He wont need a bath anymore.
Hes a-muckin about with the angels above,
Not lost but gone before.
Do you want to do it again?
song performed by by Cream
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Human Experience
What other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
Blending in with nature's mix...
Are the 'have nots' with those who 'have'.
And many interpret this,
Based upon materialistic wishes.
With accumulated treasures...
To fulfill dreams and hopes,
The human experience teaches...
Showers those who are persistently consistent.
And driven by 'ethics' of hard work.
And yet there are others,
Who would rather sit and complain.
As they seek someone devoted to listen to them...
With patience enough,
That does not exhaust with a straining of the brain.
Or completely drain to leave one insane.
Relationships diverse and complex...
With choices chosen by preferences.
To tease with variety,
That appease appetites craved...
To quench a thirst that exists.
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
But what other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Would it be better enjoyed...
If taxes and the stress of living it,
Were totally eliminated?
And the ease of laziness...
Awarded those who are,
With prizes and gifts...
For this accomplishment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Baby Jesus is the Gift of Life
Happy Day, Happy Day
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Good, The Lord is Good
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give rise to the Lord
Give rise to the Lord
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Baby Jesus has been born
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We celebrate this Day
We celebrate this Day
The building of truths
The building of temples
We worship this day
We worship this night
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Mother Mary with Baby Jesus
Gives rise to this occasion
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
We pray for you dear Lord
That our ancestors will follow
That our souls will be redeemed
Before the stars of this great Light
The Breath of Life
Is our God-Given right
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Nights
The Lord is Good
The Lord is Light
The Lord made the heavens
To govern the days and nights
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Christmas Day has come
Christmas Day is fun
Oh Happy Day, Oh Happy Day
Give Glory to the Lord
Give Glory to the Lord
Memories of tradition
Memories of this season
We decorate our tree
We decorate our Wise men
Soon great nations will follow
Soon great nations will follow
We are free to worship
We are free to pray
The stars of Jesus
Are the stars of Light
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Miracles from Heaven
Show the great disciples singing
Oh, Happy Days
Oh, Happy Days
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
Let all truths be known
From this Day forward
We biblically speak
We biblically prosper
We thank-you Baby Jesus for this tree
T+he gift of Life!
poem by Ray Allan James
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Love Struck
When I walk into your life, I didn't expect all this great things can happen
Baby, I feel like you hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
When I hear your name, I can't walk away
I can't help it
As long I'm happy and with someone who I can see that I want to be forever and ever
You just like magnet that you pulled me toward you, and
I can't never get out of
I don't care
I want to hold onto you
You hit me with lighting or what I like called it
Love struck
Someone called doctor
I'm feeling lovesick
I make an accuse not to have fun and hang out with my friends
This feelings I'm having is so amazing
When you kiss me on the check, it feels so right
When you ask me to go somewhere with you, I say yes, but at last minute
I made an accuse not to go, because I don't want to rude my chances to be your girlfriend
One day I hope you'll see how I feel
Love stuck
poem by Christina Phan
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Great Filling Station Holdup
By: jimmy buffett
1973
I pulled into the regular pump
I was feelin quite at ease
I rolled down my window and told the man, fifty cents worth please
Then out jumped my partner with his trusty pellet gun
He said, boy this is a holdup, keep a pumpin and dont run
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin station holdup
Cost me two good years
We got fifteen dollars and a can of stp
A big ol jar of cashew nuts and a japanese tv
Feelin we had pulled the biggest heist of our career
Were wanted men, well strike again
But first lets have a beer
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
Because that great fillin station holdup
Cost me two good years
(guitar instrumental)
We were sittin in the krystal
About as drunk as we could be
In walks the deputy sheriff
And hes holdin our tv
Roughed us then he cuffed us
And he took us off to jail
No pictures on a poster, no reward and no bail
Chorus:
And now I wish I was somewhere other than here
Down in some honky tonk, sippin on a beer
Yes I wish I was somewhere other than here
cause that great fillin station holdup
Cost me two good years
Coda:
Yes that great fillin station holdup
It cost me two good years
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again (Villanelle)
"Men know but little more than we,
Who count us least of things terrene,
How happy days are made to be!
"Of such strange tidings what think ye,
O birds in brown that peck and preen?
Men know but little more than we!
"When I was borne from yonder tree
In bonds to them, I hoped to glean
How happy days are made to be,
"And want and wailing turned to glee;
Alas, despite their mighty mien
Men know but little more than we!
"They cannot change the Frost's decree,
They cannot keep the skies serene;
How happy days are made to be
"Eludes great Man's sagacity
No less than ours, O tribes in treen!
Men know but little more than we
How happy days are made to be."
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Mechanics Love My Car Sonnet #42
The Christmas tree has dried to brittle green
Gifts are stacked within the bedroom closet
Santa’s visit costs more than children glean
Money runs free like water from faucet
My car is broke again I must repair
Damages to plug, pump and oil pan
Now in the season of excessive care
My mechanic made a lucrative plan
The elves inside your engine must be quelled
With regular maintenance and good gas
Visit me once a month he smiled and yelled
While I walked away frowning, one sad lass
Find a new car - a good resolution
One that runs is a better solution
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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Proof Enough
The evil has deserted me with which
I must have tried to sabotage your TV
screen, suffering the same fate does not
count; you ordered: Pull the plug - and
right now you delight in marvellous self-
righteous indignation
Who could dispute the fact, I pulled the
wrong plug on your stentorian order to
pull something to the left so you might
watch your programme without respite;
so be it, evil me banished to the kitchen
and why not indeed - I am a fool
I married you - proof enough…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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You saved me....
I walked down a endless black tunnel.
I gave up hope and I gave up looking.
I wasn't truly happy.
I wore fake smiles.
There wasn't much reason for me to go to school.
I would walk for hours.
Hours turned to days.
Days turned to weeks.
Weeks turned to months of walking in my lonely despair.
After a few months I began to see light.
When i surfaced you were the first one to catch my attention.
You pulled me out.
You made me happy.
You gave me reason to go to school.
You brought me out of my lonely despair.
And for that I thank you, and I will love you till the end of time maybe even longer.
poem by Kendra Swan
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To my three sons, Peter, Scott, and Alexander who pulled me from the 18th Century and back into the present on a regular basis and therefore made me a better person, thank you. And to my wife, who sits at the table there. Who is right about almost everything.
quote by Joseph J. Ellis
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If you're interested or like it, but could be just as happy living in a regular town, having a regular job, maybe doing little theatre, you're better off and you'll be a happier person. This is too gut-wrenching and heartbreaking.
quote by Delta Burke
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I pulled the plug on it at a time that I thought was right for me to exit.
quote by Julius Erving
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Why Is My Heart Surprised?
for my dad, the quiet captain of life
Why is my heart surprised?
I can break gravity
Skipping that happy child dance
Then I remember that blue tag
Hanging from my windshield mirror...
Why is my heart surprised?
Walking hand and hand with my dad
Delighting in those wondrous aero-antics...
Then I recall that those Blue Angels
Gave way to flights on the Wings of Eagles...
Why is my heart surprised?
Walking together each afternoon
On those Castaway docks
A strawberried toddler reciting,
Hammerhead, Bull Dolphin, Weakfish, Grouper
Then I remember my Captain sold his vessels
No more are those rocking tuna towers
Seen from those Sandy Shores of Miami..
Farewell, Spindle beak, Farewell Noble Shark...
Why is my heart surprised?
Flying in that squirrelly little tail-dragger
No more Luscombe tales, no more Eastern Flights
No more shouting in that noisy sky...
Piper Cub two o'clock!
Then I remember Carcinoid
Grounded my dear pilot..
Why is my heart surprised?
Suddenly, my heart caught my mind..
Today I recall...sadly,
My head informed my heart
I am no longer skipping that happy child dance
Instead...suddenly my heart
Is turkey ~ necked, old and tired...
Farewell, dear captain, Farewell, dear daddy...
(May 3,2005 ~ Bell's Island, North Carolina)
poem by Debora Short
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Gideon Tanner
Now just look, the whole tow-own
Has turned out today
To say a last prayer for me
And Lord only knows
How surprised they would be
If they knew I could see them
And I could hear what they say
Woh, if they knew I could see them
And I could hear what they say
Some say I was a good ma-an
Some disagree-ee-ee
Some folks are sad
So-ome are glad
To see the last of me-ee-ee
I know I was happy ma-an
Most of my day-ay-ays
And through it all
If I had a time or two
It was worth it to me
I'm the last of my fam'ly
So I'm takin' my name
No children do I leave behi-i-ind
To sing Rock Of Ages
For an old warn out cowboy
You can take away my body
But the spirit is mine
Woh, you can take away my body, yeah
But the spirit is mine
Some say I was a good ma-an
And some disagree-ee-ee
Some folks are sad
And some are glad
To see the last of me-ee-ee
I know I was happy ma-an
Most of my day-ay-ays
And through it all
If I had a time or two
It was worth it to me
Some say I was a good ma-an
Some dis-a-gree...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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My Last Day
It was a day like any other:
I shaved, I ran the shower.
The bus was right on time.
My necktie was green, like lime.
I stepped lively off my stop;
On the regular corner the regular cop.
My office bristled with business;
I felt a little dizziness.
The only difference from that day-
All the best, all the rest-
Was that it turned out to be my last.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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