Her only flair is in her nostrils.
quote by Pauline Kael
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If You Can Do Hair With Flair
If You Can Do Hair With Flair
If you can do hair
and do it with flair
Be somebody
Be yourself
Styles of an old rendition,
Adding to a new edition
Tints and dyes
For wows and oh mys
Braids
Weaves
Cuts
Trims
To the left
To the right
Curls
Swirls
If you can do hair
And do it with flair
Be Somebody
Be Yourself
by Alfreda Doyle
poem by Alfreda Doyle
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The Flair Of A Romance
A new environment,
A new life,
A new heaven!
The flair of a romance is what i bring to you;
Like a stair case full of hope.
The flair of a romance,
Walking up and down the stairs!
Listen to the joy of a muse that i bring to you.
Posit,
Tell me why?
love from the Blue River where,
All the fingers are not equal.
Of the romanti night with the plastic,
Of the true love that i share with you;
'Rickmer Rickmers', 'Cap San Diego' and 'James Caird I';
She gave me the apple and i ate it.
'Titanic', Santa Maria', 'Chesapeake' and 'Bulgaria';
All the days are not equal.
'Japanese Prince', Alte Liebe' and James Caird II';
love is like the waterside beauty with a romance.
Let's sail on with 'S.A. Van der Stel',
The flair of a romance with,
Impressions from the sea of love to touch you all;
Sail on the Alster and the Elbe alike to gain a view.
Love from the Blue River where,
All the fingers are not equal;
A new environment is all that you need on this love.
The flair of a romance,
Life is like the sleepless night in St. Pauli;
The flair of a romance,
Life is with its tides to touch you;
She gave me he apples and i ate it.
To the four winds i do respect like,
The flair of a romance in anew heaven!
Love and romance,
Apples ans bananas;
What a day of joy to share with you.
A water source became a river,
The river later became a lake;
She gave me the apples and i ate it!
The lake became a sea,
The sea became an ocean on this love;
For the flair of a romance,
The birds sang for joy on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lust is life
As a youth, you have enough flare
To draw women and be drawn to them.
Past forty, you gain much flair
To seek women than being sought.
Past sixty, you regain much flair
To corner women but get no response..
You end as a voyeur in the end.
With that your worldly pleasure ends.
19.02.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It's The Flair That's There
It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
To crucial benefit.
It's not the touches so much,
That others can't get enough...
To crucial benefit.
It's the flair that's there,
Offends and people perceive.
It's not one's style that corrupts.
Or what one does to give up,
That others can't get enough...
To crucial benefit.
It's the flair that's there,
That sickens weakened people.
It's the flair that's there,
That sickens weakened people.
It's the flair that's there,
Offends and people perceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ive Got A Flair
Ive got a flair
For pulling your hair
And making you crazy
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Its something I do well
Ive got a flair
For making you care
You know you should hate me
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Its something I do well
Well you know I never meant to hurt no one
But I got a knack for getting things undone
And I got a way of ruining your fun
All the time
Ive got a flair
For holding a stare
And holding you downtown
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Its something I can tell
Well you know I never meant to hurt no one
But I got a knack for getting things undone
And I got a way of ruining your fun
All the time
Ive got a flair
For getting in your hair
And making you crazy
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Its something I do well
Its something I do well
Its something I do well
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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This Stuff Ain't Fresh
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
The rhythm changes.
With the same words repeated.
The beat is felt.
With those patting their feet.
A monotony delivers,
An expectation.
Yet no one will listen...
With dulled sensations.
This stuff ain't fresh.
Just restated.
Updated to give it flair.
The same minds will ignore it.
And the proof will be there.
Unless I write something,
About a 'monkey's butt'.
Only then,
Will all eyes stare!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are One Of A Kind
Can you tell me 'why' is it,
When you make a visit to my home...
It's as if you are making a grand entrance?
And everyone has their eyes focused upon you.
Why can't you enter like everyone else?
With less...
flair!
'Actually,
I had not noticed 'how' I entered your home.
However...
I can make a suggestion.
And we could practice it if you like? '
Anything other than that smoke machine you use.
'You know I am only teasing.'
I'm not so sure.
What's your suggestion?
'I'll call before I arrive.
I'll enter through the back door.
You then turn off the lights.
And...
As soon as you believe I am standing,
In the middle of your living room...
Turn on the lights.
And then I'll simply say...
'SURPRISE'.
Although not as exciting,
As my arrival unexpectedly.
But...
I do think the touch,
Will ease that 'flair business' you dislike.
You want to try it?
'You are one of a kind! '
I have other entrances from which you can select,
If you like?
I am only here to be a guest.
Not to absorb all of the attention,
As you suspect happens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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H-blockx
Did you see my mother walking round the blocks?
Did you see them nasty boys looting the lots?
Did they ever miss you or did they even kiss you?
Or is the only thing you see britains milita?
If you smell that air
You can feel the flair
And the people that rock
Live in an h-block
Chorus:
H-(h)-b-(b) h-b-l-o-c-k-x - h-blockx
H-blockx, thats the name
We give credit to the people who can feel the pain
Of aggression, supression and brutality
Who live in an h-shaped home of insanity
If you smell that air
You can feel the flair
And the people that rock
Live in an h-block
Chorus:
song performed by by H-BlockX
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In Resisting
in resisting you
your breaths so near my nostrils
your hands
warming my hands
your hair blown by this
scented air
from your eyes
silently too
gazing
sizing what i may give you
i gently
lift your hands
away from my hands
shy away from your hair
trying to entwine
some locks of my hair
i waft the scented
air away from
my nostrils
i gaze away
from your gaze
i walk a step farther
away from you
i become a boat
my mind like paddles
sailing away from you
against the current
i begin to feel
that i am a rock
in the middle
of this raging river
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All the women want to be with me, all the men want to be like me.
I can take more punishment than anyone in the business.
None of this was written to hurt anybody's feelings.
I'm every woman's dream and every man's nightmare.
Ah, Winter!
chill breeze
blowing into
nose eyes n ears
clogged nostrils
watery eyes
choked breathing
ah, but the denuded
trees bearing
bunches of flowers
at each stem
purple orange
white yellows
feasting eyes
through a veil
of watering eyes
colors spraying
perfume forced into
blocked nostrils
chilled winds
pouring dulcet
winter notes
into dumb ears
lungs fail to draw
full cycle of breath!
ah, winter
pleasantly chilling
ah, winter...!
aaachoooooooooooo!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I had a flair for comedy and could give a sustained performance.
quote by Jessie Matthews
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Debonair
With your collar up and buttoned,
Struttin' like you're really somethin'
And that somethin' is cool.
With an easy breezy smooth.
That struttin that you do.
Aw shucks,
The way you move
Makes onlookers wanna drool.
With a mockin' of you too!
As they watch you struttin through.
And I.
Stop and stare,
Wishing I could be as debonair with such a flair to spare.
Aw shucks,
The way you move
Makes onlookers wanna drool.
With a mockin' of you too!
As they watch you struttin through.
With your collar up and buttoned,
Struttin' like you're really somethin'
And that somethin' is cool.
With an easy breezy smooth.
That struttin that you do.
And I
Stop and stare,
Wishing I could be as debonair with such a flair to spare.
And I
Stop and stare,
Wishing I could be as debonair with such a flair to spare...
To carry everywhere.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Space Mountain may be the oldest ride in the park, but it has the longest line.
When somebody has convinced you that you're not worth anything to anybody anymore, and they spend a lot of time doing it, you start believing it yourself.
Hairy
is it my hair?
or my flair?
is it my chair?
or my glare?
come closer
whisper to my ear
be mine, dear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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