It was indeed not very sound. However, those who had taken it, were in a fairer way of recovery than the others at the end of the fortnight, which was the length of time all these different courses were continued, except the oranges.
quote by James Lind
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Spring Gathering
I'm wondering with my soul prepared feeling off and on
breeze within the springtime glare.I have met in my
mind a woman more fair-fairer than the bending green
of brooks, rare is her beauty never misunderstood.
Fairer than the mist over hills and mountains.
Fairer than sunshine on water when it sparkles.
Fairer than the sound of birds calling, mating.
Fairer than rapture of rivers running full force.
Fairer than trees with leaves of gold.
Fairer inside those dark brown eyes.
Fairer than raindrops falling from rooftops.
Fairer than a breathing bed of flowers.
Fairer than the most enchanting pools of the jungle.
Fairer than the sky in a radiant blue.
Fairer in heart than I could have ever imagined.
poem by William Blackman
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Apples And Oranges
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
She's on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do 'cause I'm feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might like to know
I'm the lorry driver man
She's on the run
Down by the river side
feeding ducks in the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Apples & Oranges
Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket
Feeling good at the top
Shopping in sharp shoes
Walking in the sunshine town feeling very cool
But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stores
Getting everything she wants from the supermarket stores
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Cornering neatly she trips up sweetly
To meet the people
Shes on time again
And then
I catch her by the eye then I stop and have to think
What a funny thing to do cause Im feeling very pink
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
I love she
She loves me
See you
See you
Thought you might to know
Im the lorry driver man
Shes on the run
Down by the river side
Feeding ducks by the afternoon tide
(quack quack)
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
Apples and oranges
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Oranges Testimonial
Mr. John Flansburgh: "Hey, this is John of They Might Be Giants. You might know me better as one of the guys from They Might Be Giants. You know, chemistry is like a relationship and that's why when you're looking for web design, go to the best: The Chopping Block. You might not know it, but over 50% of web designers are sleepy and cranky. The Chopping Block, through farm living and an active internship recruiting policy have over 10 million employees ready to serve your corporate whatever they call it. Orange powered and web-fueled, The Chopping Block... e-solutions to e-verybody."
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges, picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
All the time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Oranges
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges
Oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
They work the day shift
They work the night shift
They work the graveyard shift
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges
Picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
All the time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Loves Recovery
During the time of which I speak
It was hard to turn the other cheek
To the blows of insecurity
Feeding the cancer of my intellect
The blood of love soon neglected
Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Theyve all gone and left each other
In search of fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of loves recovery
There I am in younger days, star gazing
Painting picture perfect maps
Of how my life and love would be
Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
My compass, faith in loves perfection
I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen
Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
Left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather
And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of loves recovery
Rain soaked and voice choked
Like silent screaming in a dream
I search for our absolute distinction
Not content to bow and bend
To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
Eating us away, eating us away
Eating us away to our extinction
Oh how I wish I were a trinity
So if I lost a part of me
Id still have two of the same to live
But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal
As specks of dust were universal
To let this love survive
Would be the greatest gift that we could give
Tell all the friends who think theyre so together
That these are ghosts and mirages
All these thoughts of fairer weather
Though its storming out I feel safe within the arms
Of loves discovery
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Sunday Morning - I
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
The pungent oranges and bright, green wings
Seem things in some procession of the dead,
Winding across wide water, without sound.
The day is like wide water, without sound,
Stilled for the passing of her dreaming feet
Over the seas, to silent Palestine,
Dominion of the blood and sepulchre.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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As we celebrate Recovery Month, it is time for Congress to knock down the barriers to treatment and recovery for 26 million Americans suffering the ravages of alcohol and drug addiction.
quote by Jim Ramstad
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Oranges On Apple Trees
Oranges on apple trees
Birds that mate with bumblebees
Oranges on apple trees
Water comes and water goes
Where it ends up no one really knows
Water rises, water falls
Where it comes from no one knows for sure
It seeps from every pore
We have seen the rain before
Not like this - its flooding every shore
People come and people go
I can hear their laughter through the door
But no ones keeping score
Oranges on apple trees
Birds that mate with bumblebees
One big happy family
Endless possibilities
(yeah and more)
Oranges and apple trees
I see your face in front of me
Cant believe what no one else could see
I feel it deep inside of me
Everything we love shall be released
And everyone will see
Oranges on apple trees (for sure)
I used to be the only one
Not now since youve come
You and I have seen the signs
Thats why the wind died
The wind died
Thats why oranges on apple trees
Birds that mate with bumblebees
Endless possibilities (now)
Oranges on apple trees
All the things that we can see
Multi-gender wannabes
Oranges on apple trees
Birds that mate with bumblebees
One big happy family
Endless possibilities (yeah yeah yeah)
Oranges on apple trees (for sure)
song performed by by A-Ha
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Courses on historical methodology are not worth the time that they take up. I shall never give one myself, and I have observed that many of my colleagues who do give such courses refrain from exemplifying their methods by writing anything.
quote by Samuel E. Morison
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Recovery
Reminder,
Recovery,
The muse,
Your hope,
Your love,
My peace,
My mind,
Your act,
Your care;
But, maybe, i did put it in! !
For, today is the day of your recovery.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Nothing Changes
nothing changes
the silence of the guitar
placed beside
the three ripe oranges
i change.
am the one that changes
beside the
silence of the guitars
among the basket
of rotten oranges.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Face In The Sky Asking Why
outside smoking a cigarette looking at the sky.
the twinkling of a light caught my eye.
i looked towards the heavens to see what it could be.
i thought that it was the reflection of a star
but this light was greater by far.
it seemed to be falling from the sky
getting bigger and brighter than i could ever dream
and it seemed to hypnotize me
as i stood there watching this sight.
i began to wonder what can it be?
a plane or helicopter high in the sky
with their lights searching wide.
as i continued to gaze upon this light
there formed such a beautiful sight
it was the face of a man with such beautiful features
a beard trimmed to perfection, and shoulder length hair
with teeth as bright as any star in the sky
and his eyes were piercing blue.
and as the face continued to come down.
i tried to scream but i did'nt make a sound.
as the face got closer to me, i knew that it had to be
the face of god looking down and no love to be found.
for love is forsaken and innocent lives are taken.
the lives of these unborn children were taken without
any thought to the fact that they have rights just like
you and me.
why is it that we do not see.
if protection was to be used-lovemaking would not be abused.
this was the face in the sky asking 'why.'?
poem by Louis Rams
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Strange Sounds
My recovery is my recourse and accomplishment,
So may people thrive on the words of the press,
Wheeling on feet of so strange sounds
That the feeling of the words is resonant.
One felt too much action in the days of old,
That yesteryear of surprise and endeavor,
These masters who believe in the slaves of happiness.
My joy recreates the old music, as the offerings
Order me to answer the press, and the printers who play
Like the whispers of the old road,
Recoveries offer me a grand old tune.
Playing on the piano masters my sound
For this melody of the air fixes on my face
And back, loving me and my recovery.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Recovery
(john farrar/tom snow)
I live on an island far away
All by myself, theres no one else
Nobody calls, but thats okay
Dont need their help, Im by myself
Nobody here to make a career
Of hurting me, deserting me
Your crazy life aint ever gonna get me
Dont worry about my recovery
Cause lover, you wont recover me
Im not too low, Im not too high
Ill get by makin my recovery
When I go wrong as people do
Theres only me to answer to
Nobody here to bring me down
No feelings I need step around
Trouble and care are waiting out there
But Im alright, Im safe tonight
Your crazy life aint ever gonna get me
Dont worry about my recovery
Cause lover, you wont recover me
Im not too low, Im not too high
Ill get by makin my recovery
Dont need your sympathy
Save all your tears
Ive lived without tenderness
For too many years
Why would I need it now
Nobody here to make a career
Of hurting me, deserting me
Your crazy life aint ever gonna get me
Dont worry about my recovery
Cause lover, you wont recover me
Im not too low, Im not too high
Ill get by makin my recovery
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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While I was pleasantly surprised by the relatively high number of jobs created in April, the fact is that job creation during this recovery period has significantly lagged both historical experience in recovery, and the projections of the Bush Administration.
quote by Barney Frank
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There thus appears to be an inverse correlation between recovery and psychotherapy; the more psychotherapy, the smaller the recovery rate.
quote by Hans Eysenck
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Continued Journey
This is only the start of
my continued journey,
despite the heart breaks, the test and the trails
the departing of acquaintances
she shedding of many tears,
and wondering if I could have made you LOVE me as your wife?
After it's all over I realize no one will do what is not in their
heart to do in the first place,
When they never intended to do right by you. Continued Journey
I learned to and did tolerated things I should have went ballistic about due to your drama.
This continued journey lets me know that I will be LOVED and give
Love again God has a plan for me and I've come to that part of
my Continued Journey.
poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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Recovery road
Recovery road
~
the pitfalls of illness
come in many shapes and sizes
tiredness overwhelms
you forget yourself
suffer a loss of strength, drive
then you make amends
the road to recovery begins
a route becomes a journey
finding a way back to the self
all in a medicated motion
taking time to rest and recover
assisted by friends and family
counts out a real fortune
knowing you're not alone
you learn a valuable truth
we always need our health
if only to say we have it
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Poem #031, Sonnet #12: Je-June?
Now that the morbid days of May are spent-
With no bloom noted, no recovery-
June sets in, and he’s truly vehement
To keep it up: the tragic travesty.
Now does he promise that he’ll make amends,
And flaunts his numbers, warranting some joy,
But how my sickened spirit comprehends
His baleful bearing, his pernicious ploy.
Thus, knowing that his courses are jejune
I challenge him to generosity
Demanding that he grants a rural boon:
My friends, the Valley, Nature… Deity!
Hence giving, I will laud his affluence,
Or else… farewell him with malevolence!
Beirut
June 1st 1988
poem by Samer Madbak
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