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The limitations of youth

I'd like to be a cowboy an' ride a fiery hoss
Way out into the big an' boundless west;
I'd kill the bears an' catamounts an' wolves I come across,
An' I'd pluck the bal' head eagle from his nest!
With my pistols at my side,
I would roam the prarers wide,
An' to scalp the savage Injun in his wigwam would I ride--
If I darst; but I darsen't!

I'd like to go to Afriky an' hunt the lions there,
An' the biggest ollyfunts you ever saw!
I would track the fierce gorilla to his equatorial lair,
An' beard the cannybull that eats folks raw!
I'd chase the pizen snakes
An' the 'pottimus that makes
His nest down at the bottom of unfathomable lakes--
If I darst; but I darsen't!

I would I were a pirut to sail the ocean blue,
With a big black flag aflyin' overhead;
I would scour the billowy main with my gallant pirut crew
An' dye the sea a gouty, gory red!
With my cutlass in my hand
On the quarterdeck I'd stand
And to deeds of heroism I'd incite my pirut band--
If I darst; but I darsen't!

And, if I darst, I'd lick my pa for the times that he's licked me!
I'd lick my brother an' my teacher, too!
I'd lick the fellers that call round on sister after tea,
An' I'd keep on lickin' folks till I got through!
You bet! I'd run away
From my lessons to my play,
An' I'd shoo the hens, an' tease the cat, an' kiss the girls all day--
If I darst; but I darsen't!

poem by Eugene Field
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Lick It Up

Dont wanna wait til you know me better
Lets just be glad for the time together
Lifes such a treat and its time you taste it
There aint a reason on earth to waste it
It aint a crime to be good to yourself
Chorus:
Lick it up, lick it up, its only right now
Lick it up, lick it up, ooh yeah
Lick it up, lick it up, come on, come on
Lick it up, lick it up
Dont need to wait for an invitation
You gotta live like youre on vacation
Theres something sweet you cant buy with money - lick it up, lick it up
Its all you need, so believe me honey
It aint a crime to be good to yourelf
Chorus
Come on - its only right now (its only right now)
Ooh yeah (ooh yeah) ooh yeah (ooh yeah), yeah yeah
Chorus repeats out

song performed by by Kiss
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Ride Cowboy Ride

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of the kiss
At midnight

Ride cowboy ride
Yeah I learned my lessons
Here's a story to tell
So I make my confessions
In this sleazy motel
I could be a romantic
I could try my best lines
But I ain't got the money
And we ain't got the time

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of a kiss
At midnight
I wanna be a big shot
Ride ride ride

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of the kiss
At midnight

song performed by by Bon Jovi from New Jersey
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Sneak a Little Lick

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!

You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!

But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!

If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!

Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

Leap up and down,
If that's your wish.
But that peach found,
Might be your gift.
So pick it up and eat it!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lookaway

(a Sepultura song with Jonathon Davis guesting on vocals)
AAAAhhhh...
Each Time I Pull It Apart
I Get Disgusted, Can't Do It Today
What Makes It So Good
That A Man Would Kill For It
Lie Just To Lick A Bit
Each Time I Pull It Apart
I Get Disgusted, Can't Do It Today
What Makes It So Good
To Lie Just To Lick
Fake It, You Like It, Just Take Me Away.
Hold It?, Just Save It And I'll Be Repaid
Each Time I Pull It Apart
I Get Disgusted, Can't Do It Today
What Makes It So Good
That A Man Would Kill For It
To Lie Just To Lick A Bit
Each Time I Pull It Apart
I Get Disgusted, Can't Do It Today
What Makes It So Good
To Lie, To Lick
Take It, Enlarge It, Became It, Before
Like It, Or Hate It, And I'll Be Justified
Why!!!! Why!!!! What....Wha.. What For!!!!!!
Fake It, Then, Like it, Then Like it, Again **Psy-----Cho**
I Look At You, You Look At Me, You Look Away...(3x)
I Look At You, Looking At Me, You Look Away...
I Look At You, Then You Look At Me, Then You Look Away...
I Look At You, You Look At Me, You Look Away...(9x)

song performed by by Korn
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She Goes Down

Little miss muffet
Sweet girls school stuff and
A country smile and charm
Out in the back
Of my 58 chevy
She said shed do me no harm
You know she makes me feel good
Just like a bad girl should
(chorus)
She goes down
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
All night long
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
Sassy little lassie
Walking right past me
Down in tennessee
Always a lady
I love southern ladies
They just know how to please
Its like connecting the dots
Start at the bottom, lick it to the top
(chorus)
You know she makes me feel good
Everyday, any way
She goes down
All night long
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
All of the day
All of the night
Lick those lips
Do you up right
Up and down
Round and round
Round the world
Scream it out
You know she makes me feel good
Cya out in hollywood
(solo)
Flat on my back she goes down
For backstage pass, she goes down
With all of my friends, she goes down
She gives heart attack, she goes...
(chorus)

song performed by by Motley Crue
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Lick It Up

My shoes are heavy
My feet are winding down
I look for her in comers
But shes not around
What I eat is eating me
It hits me hard
Im one jack short of a royal flush
A stranger holds the card
Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar
And Im gonna ride it like a shooting star
I dont want your money
I dont want your soul
I dont need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up
Mother mercy told me
A picture never lies
She told me no self respecting hero
Ever cries
The prisoner walks in circles
The victim walks alone
Scissors cut the paper
The paper wraps the stone
Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
The lights go down the heat goes up thats when I cry
I dont want your money
I dont want your soul
I dont a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky
The only game in town that gets me high
I dont want your money
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I dont want your soul
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I dont need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up

song performed by by Deep Purple
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Sumter In Ruins

I.
Ye batter down the lion's den,
But yet the lordly beast g'oes free;
And ye shall hear his roar again,
From mountain height, from lowland glen,
From sandy shore and reedy fen--
Where'er a band of freeborn men
Rears sacred shrines to liberty.

II.

The serpent scales the eagle's nest,
And yet the royal bird, in air,
Triumphant wins the mountain's crest,
And sworn for strife, yet takes his rest,
And plumes, to calm, his ruffled breast,
Till, like a storm-bolt from the west,
He strikes the invader in his lair.

III.

What's loss of den, or nest, or home,
If, like the lion, free to go;--
If, like the eagle, wing'd to roam,
We span the rock and breast the foam,
Still watchful for the hour of doom,
When, with the knell of thunder-boom,
We bound upon the serpent foe!

IV.

Oh! noble sons of lion heart!
Oh! gallant hearts of eagle wing!
What though your batter'd bulwarks part,
Your nest be spoiled by reptile art--
Your souls, on wings of hate, shall start
For vengeance, and with lightning-dart,
Rend the foul serpent ere he sting!

V.

Your battered den, your shattered nest,
Was but the lion's crouching-place;--
It heard his roar, and bore his crest,
His, or the eagle's place of rest;--
But not the soul in either breast!
This arms the twain, by freedom bless'd,
To save and to avenge their race!

poem by William Gilmore Simms
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Scene One

i am seated on a chair
naked and you kneel before me
naked
you lick my in between
and suck it
i close my eyes
imagining the bursting
of another universe
you stand
and kiss me
you lick my lips
as i hold your body
the center of my
new world
we are in this
act of creation
like God.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If I Had A Dog

If I had a dog
I’d call him Butch
I’d hug him hard
And love him much

If I had a dog
I’d teach him tricks
Throw him balls
And chuck him sticks

If I had a dog
He’d roll on command
I’d tickle his tummy
And he’d lick my hand

If I had a dog
We’d splash through brooks
Roam through the park
And chase the ducks

If I had a dog
We’d play all day...
But it’s no use
Mum says, “A dog? No way! ”

© Ray Mather 2010

poem by Ray Mather
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Read My Morning Poem

shake and rattle.
rock and dock.
lick the side of
your cup and sip
hot coffee and
think about what
it is to be a loser.

i like your game.
Hide and seek.
Lick and Bite.
Pretend that
I love you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hey Nelly Nelly

Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
Hey Nelly Nelly look at what I see
He's riding into town on a sway back mule
Got a tall black hat and he looks like a fool
He sure is talkin' like he's been to school
And it's 1853

Hey Nelly Nelly, listen what he's sayin'
Hey Nelly Nelly, he says it's gettin' late
And he says them black folks should all be free
To walk around the same as you and me
He's talkin' 'bout a thing he calls democracy
And it's 1858

Hey Nelly Nelly hear the band a playing
Hey Nelly Nelly, hand me down my gun
'Cause the men are cheerin' and the boys are too

They're all puttin' on their coats of blue
I can't sit around here and talk to you
'Cause it's 1861

Hey Nelly Nelly, Come to the window
Hey Nelly Nelly, I've come back alive
My coat of blue is stained with red
And the man in the tall black hat is dead
We sure will remember all the things he said
In 1865

Hey Nelly Nelly, come to the window
Hey Nelly Nelly, look at what I see
I see white folks and colored walkin' side by side
They're walkin' in a column that's a century wide
It's still a long and a hard and a bloody ride
In 1963

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Tease My Appetite

If I lied about knowing love.
In your mind would I increase,
In value?
Would I be someone you might chase,
To teach.
Tease my appetite,
With a taste of your peach?
Or would you offer me tomatoes...
From your garden.
With each piece sliced, diced and spiced
To please.
Or would you have me on my knees...
To taste cream you wish me to whip,
Into cheese you would prefer I lick!
I so want to know about love!
And how...
After testing,
I could rest upon your nest!
Your melons are wonderful.
And that onion of yours...
Smells nice and fresh!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sea

THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.

I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou’west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I lov’d the great sea more and more,
And backwards flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s nest;
And a mother she was, and is, to me;
For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,

In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll’d,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcom’d to life the ocean-child!

I ’ve liv’d since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a sailor’s life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
And Death, whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!

poem by Barry Cornwall
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Duke and Roy

Hang up your old hat
Put your boots in a box
Trade in your good horse for a poor house cat,
Set your saddle out for sale
Let your ponies go unshod
Grass has grown long over the trail...
Hang your spurs
In a corner of the cabin window
Sit by and listen
To the lonely Western wind blow,
Sing one more cowboy song
For the real men
Who've rode on;
The Duke and Roy are long gone.
The great West
Will never be the same
As America and the movies
Together hand-in-hand go quite insane,
No heros left to be found
No decent men still
Anywhere around.
How much longer
Can the flag wave on?
For the Duke and Ol' Dollor
Are now gone.
Roy and Trigger have rode on too
So what's an old
American cowboy left to do?
How to stand strong and tall
And find the good
Available inside us all?
Who will ever save the day
Showing us the true cowboy way?

From evil they never backed down
Always held hard to their sacred ground,
With gentle strength
And sure sincerity in what was right
Never starting
Nor running from a fight:
' - Defend the defensless,
- Respect the women,
- Protect the children,
- Draw a line on the side of good and make your stand,
- And always take proper care of the land.
Don't be wronged, insulted, or laid a hand on,
Don't do these things to other folks
And require the same from them.'
These mighty truths they taught to us all along.
Who now will remind us,
For the Duke and Roy have gone.

What we are left with now
On the silver-screen
Is so phony, irresponsible, small,
Selfish, and mean.
It serves as a deep reminder
Of what we have lost,
May we never forget the upright lessons
To us they once taught;
Let us pause and here remember...
Take a moment
Of thanks giving to render.
Thankful for those such as them
These great ones who showed us, as if their own,
How to grow
From boys into men.
Even though Duke and Roy
From this world are gone,
In our hearts and lives
May they always live and ride on...
God bless the Cowboys.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Mississippi Kid

Ive got my pistols in my pockets boys,
Im alabama bound.
Ive got my pistols in my pockets boys, im
Im alabama bound.
Well, Im not looking for no trouble
But nobody dogs me round.
Well, Im going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come.
Well, Im going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
cause she was raised up on that cornbread
And I know shes gonna give me some.
When the kid hits alabama, people
Dont you try and dog him round.
When the kid hits alabama, people
Dont you try and dog him round.
cause if you people cause me trouble,
Then Ive got to put you in the ground.
Well, I was born in mississippi
And I dont take any stuff from you
Well, I was born in mississippi
And I dont take any stuff from you
And if I hit you on your head
Boy, its got to make you black and blue.
Well, I ride to alabama
With my pistols out by my side
Well, I ride to alabama
With my pistols out by my side
cause down in alabama
You can run, but you sure cant hide

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Lick Your Fingers Clean

Lick your Ill see you at the weighing in
When your lifes sum-totals made.
And you set your wealth in godly deeds
Against the sins youve laid.
So place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber pot back down the line
To be filled up again.
Take your mind off your election
And try to get it straight.
And dont pretend perfection ---
Youll be crucified too late.
And hell say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat.
Well, youd better lick your fingers clean, I thank you all for that.
And as you join the good ship earth
And you mingle with the dust
Be sure to leave your underpants
With someone you can trust.
And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood
Will welcome you with arms held high
And cover you with mud.
And hell say you really should make the deal
As he offers round the hat.
Well, youd better lick your fingers clean, I thank you all for that.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Slow Folks

Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.

The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
Oh,
Slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.
The slow folks...
Would like to borrow buttered biscuits,
And then lick 'em...
Like their crackin' on dope!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

By those slow folks...
A butt end of a joke.
By those slow folks.
Provoked or demoted,
By those slow folks.
Or turn into a joke!
By those slow folks.

They can getchu outta line!
Those slow folks...
I've seen that all the time!
Those slow folks...
Will get quick in your face.
But you gotta say,
Hell no!
I'm not that joke you want provoked.

Those slow folks...
Seem to stir up all the troubles.
And they poke up...
To mope around hope.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Foreplay much matters [adults only]

Wave her hair, hold her head, pinch her nose
And press her hands. She is excited.

Lick her neck, kiss her cheeks, pinch the ears, Circle the navel and press the thighs and the belly.
She is aroused.

Lock her lips with yours, knead the breasts, Bite the nipples, lick the armpits
Circle the clitoris. She is charged.

Do cunnilingus. She is burning.
Enter her, toss her till she falls flat..

She will be yours years.
03.05.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wild West Hero

Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero.
Sometimes I look up high and then I think there might
Just be a better life.
Away from all we know, thats where I wanna go,
Out on the wild side
And I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
Be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
Id be the indians friend, let them live to be free,
Ridin into the sunset, I wish I could be.
Id ride the desert sands and through the prairie lands,
Tryn to do whats right.
The folks would come to me, theyd say, we need you here.
Id stay there for the night.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Ride the range all the day till the first fading light,
Be with my western girl round the fire, oh, so bright.
Id be the indians friend, let them live to be free,
Ridin into the sunset, I wish I could be.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Oh, I wish I was, o-oo-o-oh, a wild west hero.
Wish I was, o-o-oo-o-o-o-oo, a wild west hero.

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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After Bike Ride

Jim's younger sister
Followed you everywhere
and stood watching

as you rode the old car
around the field
or whizzed around

on their motorbike
to the cheers and shouts
from the fence

Monica why don't you
go off and play
Jim said

yes
said Pete
her other brother

go play with your dolls
go take a run and jump
she said

and still stood watching you
her eyes fixed on you
like wasps on a jam jar

I want to watch him ride
she said
and stood with her hands

on her hips
waiting until you stopped
the bike and got off

and wandered over to you
and said
I like the way you ride

like how you sway
and swerve on the bike
and you smiled at her

and took in
her short stature
her dark eyes

her determined expression
and as Pete rode off
on the bike

and Jim stood
on the fence
calling to him

Monica put her hand in yours
and said
wish you were my brother

I know you'd let me ride
the bike or car
and not tease me

or bawl me out
I guess I would
let you ride the bike or car

you said
and sensed
her small hand in yours

her thumb rubbing
against your skin
but seeing

as you're not my brother
she whispered
maybe you could

marry me one day
and we could ride off
into the sunset

like they do in the movies
in Jim's old car
yes sure maybe

you said
knowing inside
that'd be a bridge too far.

poem by Terry Collett
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