Dragon bill drafted
Dragon bill drafted
Dozen came dozen went away
Drainage dramatic displayed
Came to dead end dragging dragging.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I invented animals and birds - I had about two dozen. After working on them for six months, I sat down and just for fun wrote two dozen poems to accompany the drawings. It was for no one to every see, but a friend sent me in to an editor.
quote by Jack Prelutsky
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Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.
quote by Buffalo Bill
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I Have Cried
I have anger and a dozen times I cried from it,
The angry men of this world go hungry from knowledge.
They have to know why questions are asked
And that when little men laugh they are ordered to.
Then the knowing strength has been displayed
Like the dozen animals of the year, the highly regarded.
Then anger is a fellowship with hate, forming formulae
Of the way we work and behave along the way.
The paths we tread are meandering as we mature,
But young music astounds the night as it nears.
Vanish, match the music and astound with laughter
So that the whole ballroom starts to clap, and to clap.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I've done a dozen or two dozen infomercials.
quote by Matthew Lesko
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IF You Sincerely Choose to Excel
The only thing,
You may be able to prove...
Is your right to live your own life.
However,
In doing so...
You have no right to believe,
Your success or lack of it...
Depends on someone else,
Being depicted as less deserving.
Because that is what you wish.
And you make attempts,
For others to acknowledge this.
Be not that big of a fool.
IF you sincerely choose,
To excel.
Fools are a dime a dozen.
And today...
Anyone just may get two dozen,
For less than that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One should be willing to throw away a dozen ideas to come up with a good one, just as one should throw away a dozen words to come up with the right one.
quote by James Gunn
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The Constant Lover
Out upon it, I have lov'd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall molt away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In such whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on't is, no praise
Is due at all to me:
Love with me had made no stays
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
poem by John Suckling
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Out upon it, I have lov'd
Out upon it, I have lov'd
Three whole days together;
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings,
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on't is, no praise
Is due at all to me;
Love with me had made no stays,
Had it any been but she.
Had it any been but she,
And that very face,
There had been at least ere this
A dozen dozen in her place.
poem by John Suckling
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The Farmer's Lament
'The backbone of the country and the salt of all the earth'
That was how they styled us when the farmer had his worth.
But what's his valuation now, when times are pretty thin?
Chorus:
Two bob a dozen, an' the garments given in.
Solo:
We made the country's money an' we paid the country's way,
We raised the wealth for cities from the farm thro' many a day;
But what's the price of farmers now the profits disappeared?
Chorus:
Two bob a dozen, an' a bonus on the beard.
Solo:
They'll pay to patch machinery or cure old Dobbin's sprain;
But they cannot spare a stiver when the farmer gets a pain;
For what's the use o' mendin' him when all he's valued at
Chorus:
Is two bob a dozen, if he's nice an' prime an' fat.
Solo:
But the farmer ain't repinin', tho' his price is down an' out.
There's a good time comin' soon without the smallest doubt;
But, till the world wins sanity, he's got to be content
Chorus:
With two bob a dozen, cash with order ten per cent.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Opinions
Everyone has a different opinion
on just about everything.
Some say they like something,
and there will be others who don’t.
An opinion divided there.
It is just the same if you asked a dozen people
to describe something they had all seen.
You would end up
with a dozen different descriptions there.
No two people are alike,
each have a different point of view.
Some many like something
for different reasons than yours.
We all have to take account of this
throughout our daily lives.
13 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Submission (feat. Radiator)
[Originally performed by The Sex Pistols]
I'm on a submarine mission for you baby
I feel the way you're going
I picked you up on my TV screen
I feel your undercurrent flowing
Submission
Down down
You're dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
You've got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You're sitting around in heaven above
Submission
Down down
You're dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
For there's a mystery
Under the sea
Submission
Down down
You're dragging me down
Submission
You've got me pretty deep baby
I can't figure out your watery love
I gotta solve your mystery
You're sitting around in heaven above
Submission
Down down
You're dragging me down
Submission
I can't tell ya what I've found
Submission
Submission
Submission
Submission
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Albatross Draggers
Sad are the grabbers dragging,
An albatross displayed.
As a familiar routine...
Meant to be seen daily on the scene.
Yet flavored in dismay,
With a bitterness each day.
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
Sad are the grabbers dragging,
An albatross displayed.
As a familiar routine...
Meant to be seen daily on the scene.
Yet flavored in dismay,
With a bitterness each day.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
Those albatross draggers,
Hoping sadness they will pass.
And...
Typical and analytical are they,
To be living to be gimmicked.
And be living in such limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A skeletal Juggler and his charming pregnant wife
His wife whispers in the middle of the night;
' You make miracles that I know
Though the doctor says probably twins
I feel like a dozen and my womb is so weighty
Than this uppish World.
Oh! You are a wonderful creature
And you make miracles honey!
I love you more than my life.
If I deliver a dozen of magicians
They'll change the lopsided Globe
Into a well balanced World.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Privilege
Isnt it strange that a gift could be an enemy
Isnt it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore
Maybe its me, but this life isnt going anywhere
Maybe if we looked hard enough we could find a back door
Find yourself a back door
I see you in line dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born you were born free
That is your privilege
Isnt it strange that the man standing in front of me
Doesnt have a clue why hes waiting or what hes waiting for
Maybe its me but Im sick of wasting energy
Maybe if I look in my heart, I can find a back a door
Find yourself a back door
I see you in line dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born you were born free
That is your
That is your privilege
Find yourself a back door
I see you in line dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born you were born free
That is your privilege
I see you in line dragging your feet
You have my sympathy
The day you were born you were born free
That is your
That is your privilege
song performed by by Incubus
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Hooped Dresses In the Dirt Dragging
Is it so crazy to relive happy days.
With a squeaky clean innocence,
To amaze.
Gone are cloudy eyes cleared from a haze.
Reminiscent of those times,
Covered wagons were the rage.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging,
With dudes in zoot suits.
Wide-legged, high-waisted pants...
And wearing button spatted boots.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
My mind is old-fashion.
Yet ecclectic are my dreams.
I'd never thought I'd be a prude.
But some exposed butts demean.
So crude are these visions.
Looking away is not enough.
Who okayed today's display?
With no signs of it giving up!
My eyes have grown tired.
And my lips have long not touched.
'Where are we? '
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Dudes in zoot suits,
And wearing button spatted boots.
Bring 'em back.
Bring' em back.
Hooped dresses in the dirt dragging.
Bring 'em back.
Today are seen exposed breasts.
And men's underwear.
No one wants to cover up,
Anything bare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Heartache
(b. adams, j. vallance, r. stewart, r. wayne)
I told you once Im a jealous man
But you never want to listen to who I am
Were divided, completely out of touch
I guess thats why we seem to fight so much
Believe me darling this aint no game
If you think Ill be your fool
You better think again
I know you love me
It just aint right
Im sick and tired of fighting
With you every night
You say you dont wanna hurt me
But youre doing things I cant explain
Oh baby, why dont you leave me
Because I know youll never change
Its only another heartache
Aint nothing to worry about
Something Im getting used to
Dragging my heart around
But one day soon
And it wont be long
Gonna find me an angel to carry me home
Its only another heartache
Aint nothing to worry about
Ill find a honey to take a chance
And roll that dice into my past
Shell cover me for a little while
And show me love aint out of style
I dont care how long it takes
My hearts in the hands of fate
Oh God I aint asking much
Just a woman that I can trust
Its only another heartache
Aint nothing to worry about
Something Im getting used to
Dragging my heart around
Oh but one day soon
And it wont be long
Gonna find me an angel to carry me home
Its only another heartache
Aint nothing to worry about
I wanna love thats strong and real
I gotta know just how it feels
Somebody to share my life
To hold onto through the night
Its only another heartache
Nothing to worry about
Something Im getting used to
Dragging my heart around
Its only another heartache
Nothing to worry about
Something I may get used to
Dragging my heart around
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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IF...You Are One of the Lucky Ones
Whether you get it from me or not...
You 'are' going to get it.
I know you would rather I be someone else.
Perhaps someone you have dealt with before.
Someone who deliver it to you with sugar and spice.
With a lie or two thrown in.
To comfort the ease of an unsettling reality!
Someone who presented an image that attracts.
Someone who had 'bling' dripping off their backs.
Someone who appeared on TV and in magazines.
Someone who had dunked a ball,
In basketball playoff games you've seen.
Someone who had either blond hair with blue eyes.
Someone who smiles in your face,
And backstabs you with lies.
Someone who delivers an empathy that has been prepared.
Someone who declares they bring...
Comfort in your despair!
Well...
Snap out of it!
That ain't gon' happen!
Here's the deal!
Get real with yourself.
Do it soon.
All that other BS you've been fed?
Was BS!
That you've been fed!
Snap out of it!
No one comes to your door...
With a dozen home made chocolate chip cookies!
And grandma didn't do that!
Unless she was in the mood!
And today?
The kitchen is closed!
And the only 'cookies' that might be eaten today...
Will be the ones dragging behind your hunched back!
Know that.
And get up off of them!
Or be assisted by someone's foot!
And that's only if they think that much of you!
IF...
You are one of the lucky ones.
And fortunate enough to have someone like that,
Who cares!
Look around you.
Blues singers are everywhere!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't take anymore
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
Just want to live my life with someone who is right, not putting me through all of his foolish pride. I just want someone right, who will love me every night. Someone to love me, no matter who is wrong or right........
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
Just when I think things are right, You come a push me aside. Making me wonder, if I am alive? Have I lost all of my soul? Do I really need you to make me whole?
I living my life and forgetting about me...............
Sitting here trying to wipe away these tears......
Dragging me through all this pain...
How can I forgive you over and over again?
Simple life is what I had in mind..... You would love me, I would love you..
I had no idea, what I was getting into........
I have no soul, I given everything to you..........
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Speeding to Leave Your Behind Behind!
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind.
Who said what you do,
Doesn't get you where your'e going.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind.
Who said what you do,
Doesn't get you where your'e going.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Why stay up half the night!
Looking for a falling star?
To make a wish...
Then,
Dismiss it.
And why,
Do you wish to fight with me?
Someone who's always there for you!
Someone who wants to have life,
Like you do!
I don't wanna do it but I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
Get up and ready we gotta go.
Speeding to leave your behind.
You can't benefit if you're dragging slow.
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
But I'm...
Speeding to leave your behind behind!
Speeding to leave your behind.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Previlege (Live)
Isnt it strange that a gift could be an enemy?
Isnt it weird that a privilege could feel like a chore?
Maybe its me but this line isnt going anywhere,
maybe if we looked hard enough, we could find a backdoor.
(find yourself a backdoor).
I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege. (chorus)
Isnt it strange that the man standing in front of me
doesnt have a clue why hes waiting, or what he is waiting for?
Maybe its me, but im sick of wasting energy.
Maybe if i look in my heart I could find a backdoor.
(Find yourself a backdoor).
I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your
That is your privilege.
(Find yourself a backdoor).
I see you in line, dragging your feet
you have my sympathy.
The day you were born, you were born free.
That is your privilege. *2
song performed by by Incubus
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