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Your Sex Affairs

Oh Mr. President,
Your sex affairs have now exposed you! !
And you will now face the court,
Because you slept with a 16-year old girl!
Your gave her milk and honey and,
You used this teenager oh Mr. President!

Justify,
Equal,
Unleash;
With venomous snakes in the name of power! !
But eating and enjoying was noted by your muse,
And this 16-year old girl was whom you slept with.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Down & Out In Paradise

Dear mr. president
I live in the suburbs
Its a long way from washington, d.c.
Had me a job
Working for wages
And they forgot about me
Cant draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
Ive got four mouths to feed
I go out everyday lookin for siutable
Employment
Do you think, theres something
You could do for me
Cause im
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear mr. president
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So I became a secretary
Married as man
In las vegas, nevada
And ten years later
He run out on the kids and me
Some said, I was pretty
But those days are over
Now, ive no place to live
And im out on the streets
Oh, mr. president
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought, that this could
Happen to me
Cause im
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise,
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear mr. president
Im just a young kid
Im in the fourth grade
At riley elementary
My mom and dads been actin funny
Im not sure
If it aint got someting to do with me
My daddys always drunk
My moms a babysitter
And I dont like the russians
Cause I hear, they hate me
Dear mr. president
Can I ask you one question?
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
Chorus:
Down and out, here in paradise
Down and out, and im on my knees
Im down and out, here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Farmer Defiles Minor

The muse of lust,
The muse of the farmers,
The muse of the state of the affairs in my land!
And, a farmer defiles a minor;
But, he was apprehended and handed over to the Police.

Farmer defiles minor!
In the bush with his act to lure this little girl;
And he extensively abused her! !
But this concealed act of his led him to the Court,
Because, someone witnessed the scene!

He forcibly molested the minor,
And he was sentenced to 20 years in jail! !
For this 40-year-old farmer defiled a 7-year-old girl.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We go together

We go together like bees goes together with honey
Like milk and cookies
We go together like a drummer and his drums
Like a pen finds paper
Lets just face it we go together

Your my bee and im your honey
Your pen and im your paper
Your my rockstar and im your fan
Your my oreos and im your milk
Lets just face it we belong together

poem by Misty moon
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Saigon

You got everything that a girl should grow
Im so afraid to kiss you I might lose control
You can hold me tighter but turn loose of my gun
Its a sentimental present all the way from saigon
Honey, honey, honey, please call me
You dont need no money we can do it for free
I got a friend in phoenix with a two-way radio
All the static in my attic getting ready to blow
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
All the static in my attic getting ready to blow
I was talking to the mailman late last week
He had a letter in his sweater from stuttering don
He said things are getting better in sa, sa, sa, sa, sa
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Saigon, honey, honey, honey
Things are getting better back in saigon

song performed by by John Prine
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My Medallion

Hey fellas
You ever have one them girls that just bad
Know what I mean?
No, I ain't talkin' about fine, I'm talkin' about bad!
Cuss all the time, steal..,man she rob her own moms
Down at the post office got two pictures
I'm talkin' about one of Bebe's kids, y'all - bad!
Hear me?
Oh, she fine too
Chorus:
I don't know why, I want that girl
I don't know why, I want that girl
T'was the middle of the summer
Rather late in the day
This pretty thang, she walked up to me
Said she was good to play
She told me to close my eyes, ooh
So she could get a kiss
(Sure honey)
I said sure honey, and obliged
Girl snatched my medallion and called me a bitch, honey!
Don't know why, I want that girl {x4}
I found out her place of employment
Dry cleaning - "we do fine" (hahahahah)
To manifest a little unenjoyment in her life
Was all that was running through the middle of my mind
There are many elements: wind, wine, water
But none quite like the element of surprise
See my baby, she gave me that medallion
And it, uh, you know, it mean a lot to me so
I walked up in that piece with a disguise on
And I said hey! I don't know what your name or your game is
But you better get your G-hind down on the floor
Cuz you see, I'm in a mood to do something koo-koo to you
So she gave me that kiss and ran out the back door
Don't know why, I want that girl {x4}

song performed by by Prince
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You Got Your Baby Back

They gave you such a hard time
When they took your babe away
You heard it on the airwaves
That she joined the sla
Oh the stories, tape recordings
Just when things seemed at their worst
Then the good lord heard you calling
And he gave back patty hearst
You got your baby back
Poor girl is out of the sack
Silly young thing, was just a fling
Like any teenager would do
But daddy is here now, to buy you some clothes
And maybe a new cadilliac
You got your baby back
When she started to flee, you gave food for free
But you knew that you wouldnt go broke
The day in the bank, the sporting, the prank (? )
Was just a fraternity joke
You got your babe, thats no lie
Thanks to the old fbi
Time to relate and sit by a pool
And maybe shell go back to school
And daddy is here now, to buy you some clothes
Amd maybe a new cadilliac
You got your baby back
(spoken)
Why patty baby
I knew deep down in my heart that youd be coming back to your papa
And honey, I didnt believe a thing they said in all those silly little old
Newspapers,
Especially the ones I didnt own.
But dont worry darling, well be keeping your supper warm
When she started to flee, you gave food for free
But you knew that you wouldnt go broke
The day in the bank, the sporting, the prank
Was just a fraternity joke.
You got your baby back, poor girl is out of the sack
Silly young thing, was just a fling like any teenager would do
But daddy is here now, to buy you some clothes and maybe a new cadilliac
You got your baby back (repeat three times)

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Little Ganesha in Toonpura

This story is about tiny city of Toonpura. A little boy named Ganesha lived in this small town, which was located near a river. Daily life was very simple for him as he was very religious and he used to sit near the temple and wait for the morning worship of Lord Ganesha.
Only family member who was left alive of this little boy was his loving grandmother. Every day he prayed for her long life because she was the only one who actually truly loved him. He used to sell beautiful red roses whenever he could find some. With the little money which he could get by selling the roses, with that money the boy used to purchase sweets for his grandmother to eat.
One day he saw a large crowd gathered to visit the temple of Ganesha. He was excited because today he thought that lot of red roses will be sold since so many people are visiting the temple. Ganesha came running with his basket of flowers and started requesting the crowd to purchase his flowers. Some people said to him please go away since we are in hurry as Lord Ganesha is waiting for us. A liitle girl saw the red roses and told the boy please give me a rose. Without worrying about the money, he just gave one rose to her. She smiled back at him and this brought a smile on the face of Ganesha as well.
Then he went further and started asking others to purchase his roses as well, slowly some kind devotees started to buy his roses and this added a smile on the face of the little boy. The little girl whom he gave a rose came with a one rupee coin and said this is for you my friend. He said thank you by asking the reason as to why all of a sudden so many visitors are here. Girl said to the boy, Ganesha is drinking milk today. The little boy said to the little girl, really? To this she replied, yes this is true.
Ganesha got in the line with his basket of flowers. Gradually the devotees started to move ahead and feed lots of milk to the marble statue of Lord Ganesha. To the utter surprise of Ganesha, the statue did drink the milk. He suddenly spoke in his soft voice, please give me milk also to drink as I like it a lot and my name is Ganesha. I am very hungry as I have eaten nothing since the morning. The little girl, whom he met earlier in the crowd, came running with a cup of milk which she took from her mother. My friend Ganesha, the girl said, here is milk for you also so please do not be sad.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Down And Out In Paradise

Dear Mr. President
I live in the suburbs
It's a long way from Washington , D.C.
Had me a job
Workin' for wages
Till the company moved out
And they forgot about me
Can't draw unemployment
For some unknown reason
My kids are hungry
I've got four mouths to feed
I go out every day looking for suitable employment
Do you think there's something you could do for me
Cause I'm
Down and out here in paradise
Down and out and I'm on my knees
I'm down and out here in paradise
Looks like the milk and honey
Done run out on me
Dear Mr. President
I used to be a dancer
Got a little bit too old
So I became a secretary
Married a man
In Las Vegas, Nevada
And ten years later
He ran out on the kids and me
Some said I was pretty
But those days are over
Now I've no place to live
And I'm out on the streets
Oh, Mr. President
Can I tell you a secret
I never ever thought that this could happen to me
Cause I'm
Chorus
Dear Mr. President
I'm just a young kid
I'm in the fourth grade
At Riley Elementary
My mom and dad's been actin' funny
I'm not sure what
If it's got something to do with me
My daddy's always drunk
My mom's a babysitter
And I don't like the Russians
Cause I hear they hate me
Dear Mr. President
Can I ask you one question
When the bombs fall down
Will they hurt everyone in my family
Yeah, yeah
Chorus

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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x Yes I am that girl x

I am that girl who is wanted
I am that girl who understands people
I am that girl who tells the truth
I am that girl who you can tell your secrets to
I am that girl whose heart has been broken
I am that girl who finishes fights
I am that girl who still studies her books
I am that girl who is a typical teenager
I am that girl who liver in west London
I am that girl who’s always friendly
I am that girl who will fight for her rights
I am that girl who has planned her life
I am that girl who respects everyone for who they are
I am that girl who will tell you it how it is
I am that girl who makes her own decisions
I am that girl who regrets things

I am that girl who wanted to still be with you today
I am that girl who still day dreams about you
I am that girl who you can turn to
I am that girl who will regret loving you
I am that girl who has always protected you
I am that girl who will give you advice
I am that girl whose heart has been broken by you
I am that girl who once wanted you
I am that girl who once needed you
I am that girl who once was dreaming of you
I am that girl who was once speaking about you
I am that girl who has dreams about you
I am that girl who you can call when you’re feeling down
I am that girl who wants you back in her live
I am that girl who once wanted to give her love away to you
I am that girl who once thought you was her everything

poem by Lisa Anderson
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Going nowhere?

[In a run-down maze of slums with electrical wires and laundry tangled across Cairo's mustard sky, Umm Mohammed,55, put her hands to her face and fell silently to her knees when she heard the news. An Egyptian court sentenced ex-President Hosni Mubarak to life in prison for his complicity in the killing of about 850 protesters during last year's uprising. Once the equivalent of a modern-day pharaoh, the 84-year-old Mubarak is the first Arab ruler to be brought to court by his own people.]-Time

I adjust the sails of my soul-ship
Where that goes?
Push my boat the soft ripples
and I lost my oars?
So far the land not to be seen
And when the darkness gathered
I search the North Star
But all the stars hidden in the dark clouds
Though it's a nightmare
I know the fate of a Dictator should be likewise?

nimal dunuhinga

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Milk & Honey

You dont get your dreamjob
cause youre too tall
You miss your wakeup-call
A drunken guy crashed in your car
Cant pay for your drinks at the bar
Your boss said it was nice to work
With you, you think hes just a jerk
The new shoes you bought
Are ruined after a mile
The sheets are warm
The fridge is filled
Whats up buddy
Everthings so funny
Living in the land, the land of milk and honey
The land of milk and honey
And now your girlfriend sold
Your favourite cd
Theyve towed your car away
While watching girls you fell from a tree
And that was hard
But now the best
You havent seen one girl undressed
Mummy said theyll take you
Out of college

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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The Karate Girl

I am the karate girl in town and,
I am seeking for your love;
For it is just a great joy to meet you and to know you.

I have been sleeping for four hundred years but now,
I am awake and to love you;
I am like the flying insects that walk on all fours,
And like two turtlrdoves and two young pigeons;
So stand straight on the doorway of love and,
Let me warm you up with my karate-movements.

I have a skin of milk to let you sleep all day,
And like the bull and the goat;
With the two-dimensional arrays of love to share,
For my act is all that you need tonight.

The source of my flow,
The nakedness of your law had exposed us!
And from the three-dimensional arrays of love,
But we are now like the sheep and the cow.

Twelve loaves of bread from the source of my milk,
And of the four-dimensional arrays of peace;
I asked for your name and you gave me your nakedness,
Because the highways were deserted as we walked along.

They've taken the spoil and the plunder,
We've taken our love and out emotions,
And like the sword without and the terror within!
But i am still the karate girl on the mission of love.

I am here to love you and,
I am filled with the spirit of wisdom to teach you;
For my trade is full of energy and of the movements,
But you will surely catch up to me on this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who's the Girl?

Who's the girl in the mirror?
Who's the girl in the frame?
Who's the girl with the smile that has faded off her face?
Who's the girl with the tears slowly rolling off her cheeks?
Who's the girl that cared about you?
Who's the girl that gave up everything?
Who's the girl that can't smile?
Who's the girl that's in denial?
Who's the girl that hit the ground, thinking that you'd catch her now?
Who's the girl that was betrayed?
Who's the girl that's in pain?
Who's the girl in the shadows?
Who's the girl in the shade?
Who's the girl whose light can't shine?
Who's the girl that's been left behind?
Who's the girl in that world that's been left? , There's no doubt.... she's not there.
Who's the girl that was once deep inside your heart?
Who's the girl that has cried and slowly died inside her mind?
Who's the girl you've forgotten?
Who's the girl you have hurt?
Who's the girl that has left?
Who's the girl?
Who is she?
You've forgotten her....

poem by Evelyn Castillo
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Last Christmas

Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day
You gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
Once bitten and
Twice shy
I keep my distance
But you still catch my eye
Tell me baby
Do you recognize me?
Well it's been a year
It doesn't surprise me
Merry Christmas
I wrapped it up and sent it
With a note saying "I love you"
And meant it
Now I know
What a fool I've been
But if you kissed me now
I know you'd fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day
You gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
A crowded room
Friends with tired eyes
I'm hiding from you
And your soul of ice
Oh my I thought you were
Someone to rely on
Me...I guess I was a shoulder to cry on
A friend to discover
With a fire in her heart
A girl under cover
But you tore me apart
You tore me apart oh
Now I've found a real love
You'll never fool me again
Last Christmas
I gave you my heart
But the very next day
You gave it away
This year
To save me from tears
I'll give it to someone special
A friend to discover
With a fire in her heart
A girl under cover
But you tore me apart
Maybe next year
I'll give it to someone
I'll give it to someone special

song performed by by Hilary Duff
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4 Year Girl

A four year girl i knew
This thing we had of truth
Somehow our spirits where alike
Much had we weathered for each other

The four year girl i knew
Could turn your eye if she smiled
Oh how i loved that girl
When she liked smiling at me

A four year girl i knew
Showed me who she was
Did it hurt you like it hurt me
The trust laid just as deep as the lies?

The four year girl i knew
How could i have been so naive
How could she have fooled everybody
Without telling one lie

A four year girl i knew
I spent four years falling for
And in four days lost the girl
And walked away with a heart
Screaming with pain (for)

The four year girl i knew
Why cant my heart bare the change
Of four years in four days

poem by David Bodnar
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Honey in demand

Honey is sweet, taken in teaspoonful.
Milk is taken in cups.
Sweetheart is sweet, distantly tasted.
Wife is milk taken in lump and often.
Honey and sweetheart attract man.
25.11.99

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Honey, Honey

Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Id heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, youre a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, dont conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
The way that you kiss goodnight
(the way that you kiss me goodnight)
The way that you hold me tight
(the way that youre holding me tight)
I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
I dont wanna hurt you, baby, I dont wanna see you cry
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
But Im gonna stick to you, boy, youll never get rid of me
Theres no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
You look like a movie star
(you look like a movie star)
But I know just who you are
(I know just who you are)
And, honey, to say the least, youre a dog-gone beast
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
Theres no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, youre a love machine
(fade)

song performed by by ABBA
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Everybodys Girl

Well, whod have believed this seasoned connoisseur lady-killer
Like me
Would get hurt by a girl like you
And they got names for dirty little girls like you, honey
It aint nice no, but they call you everybodys girl
And they say, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
And they say, here she comes, here she comes, here she comes
There goes everybodys girl
Everybodys girl, everybodys girl, everybodys girl
You might say I was blind for a while
I fell asleep at the driving wheel
You sure woke me up in a hurry, honey
And I cant blame anyone but me I know
Its my fault for falling for everybodys girl
And they say, hes the one, hes the one, hes the one
And they say, hes the one, hes the one, hes the one
He got screwed by everybodys girl
Everybodys girl, everybodys girl, everybodys girl
You got no apparent sensitivity
Youre cut deep with self-destructivity
Your minds made up, youre heading for the day
When youll shake and your heart breaks
Its gonna come ohoh
Everybodys girl, everybodys girl
Everybodys girl, everybodys girl
Everybodys girl , you know the times gonna come
Everybodys girl, you cant keep doing this forever
Everybodys girl, youre not gonna get another chance
Everybodys girl, youre gonna get it!

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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One Year

What's in a year?
We watch it disappear.
Its days go by.
They seem to fly
into the ethers of the past.
A year too swiftly
does not last.
And yet each day within the year
contains within it
every single minute
where your life is resolute
and filled with purpose.

A year is not just calandar days
to be scratched off one by one.
When you do this it's then you find
you miss out on its fun.
In a year one can learn
to appreciate the time you have
to be among the living,
the time you have for giving.
In a year you learn about power
that allows you to fill each hour
with everything you love.

What's in a year?
All things new that can appear,
things you've never given thought to,
things in life you want to do.
Before the year has gone away
see before you each new day
and as the year meets its end
be one who can say
'This year has been my friend.
It gave me solace, gave me peace
and it gave me the chance to release
Pain.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Life's Hebe

IN the early morning-shine
Of a certain day divine,
I beheld a Maiden stand
With a pitcher in her hand;
Whence she poured into a cup
Until it was half filled up
Nectar that was golden light
In the cup of crystal bright.

And the first who took the cup
With pure water filled it up;
As he drank then, it was more
Ruddy golden than before:
And he leapt and danced and sang
As to Bacchic cymbals’ clang.

But the next who took the cup
With the red wine filled it up;
What he drank then was in hue
Of a heavy sombre blue:
First he reeled and then he crept,
Then lay faint but never slept.

And the next who took the cup
With the white milk filled it up;
What he drank at first seemed blood,
Then turned thick and brown as mud:
And he moved away as slow
As a weary ox may go.

But the next who took the cup
With sweet honey filled it up;
Nathless that which he did drink
Was thin fluid black as ink:
As he went he stumbled, soon,
And lay still in deathlike swoon.

She the while without a word
Unto all the cup preferred;
Blandly smiled and sweetly laughed
As each mingled his own draught.

And the next who took the cup
To the sunshine held it up,
Gave it back and did not taste;
It was empty when replaced:
First he bowed a reverent bow,
Then he kissed her on the brow.

But the next who took the cup
Without mixture drank it up;
When she took it back from him
It was full unto the brim:
He with a right bold embrace
Kissed her sweet lips face to face.

Then she sang with blithest cheer:
Who has thirst, come here, come here!
Nectar that is golden light
In the cup of crystal bright,
Nectar that is sunny fire
Warm as warmest heart’s desire:
Pitcher never lacketh more,
Arm is never tired to pour:
Honey, water, milk, or wine
Mingle with the draught divine,
Drink it pure, or drink it not;
Each is free to choose his lot:
Am I old? or am I cold?
Only two have kissed me bold!

She was young and fair and gay
As that young and glorious day.

poem by James Thomson
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