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The Symbol
The speaking at the Rotary is Praise devoid of Proof
The talking at the Rotary turns mostly on the oof
But both require an Emblem; and a Wheel is just the thing
When you argue in a circle and do business in a Ring.

At a Rotarian Lunch
Broken on another wheel than Rotary
St. Catherine's body set her spirit free
Here rests the body that the soul may squirm
In all joints broken to a jointless worm.

A Declaration of Dependence
The Jeffersonian justice which
Degenerate hucksters quote
Republicans have had by right
Rotarians by rote

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The Rotary

Thanks to erich sellheim
Im warning you
Im warning you now
Look out people as its the holy cow
Its the rotary
I told you bout the spinning top
And thats a dance you gotta drop
Because the rotary is in
The rotary, the rotary
The dance youve got to top is the brand-new spinning top
Thats out, this is the rotary
The rotary
This is a thing thats definitely gonna make captain beefheart
And his magic band look bad
They thought they had it with the blimp
Well Im talking to you about the rotary
People will be coming, will be twirling, twirling, twirling, twirling
The rotary
You can jump it, I can jump it
Everybody can jump it
Grab an armadillo, grab your husband, grab anybody
The rotary
The rotary, the rotary, oh, the rotary
Its the thing thats for me and you
Ooh, ooh, the rotary
I can see the precision
Theyre lining up, falling over
Theyre going crazy
They cant get enough of the rotary
Yes, siree
The rotary
Turning, turning, turning, turning...
Youre burning, burning, burning...
With the rotary, ooh
Yes, siree
The rotary
I shouldnt want you to get this confused with any other dance craze
Because this is the one
Oh, the rotary
Youll be burning all your clothes
And youll be burning all of your jewellery
You will be the rotary
Its nothing like anarchy
No, siree
Its, its the rotary
The rotary, the rotary...
R.o.t.a.r.y.
Rotary, the rotary
Youll want to do it, do it with me
Youll want to do it, you can do it for free
The rotary
Go on terry, play the rotary
How do you think he got the second half of his name?
Terry is the last part of rotary
Drum it up, drum it up...

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The Rotary

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Our House With The Rotary Phone

I sit in a room that no longer exists
On a chair long since splintered and gone
While I pick at a meal I once would devour
in our house with the rotary phone.

I sit in the room that doesn’t exist
Enjoying my choice of ice creams
Recalling the window in Tiffany glass
Forgive an old man his daydreams

A simple “A” frame with three beds and a bath,
obsolete, yes, but our home.
It stood with its’ sisters on Queens borough Hill,
where the L.I.E. jams are well known.

I had known for some time that her best days were gone
A plywood fence circled our home
Title had passed to a contractor’s hands
Neglected, our house looked forlorn

My past like a picture ripped from its frame
They left not a stone on a stone
Not even the numbers on wood painted green
of our house with the rotary phone.

Our house and its twin have been wrecked and removed
And replaced with a modern brick “home”
So pardon my tear as I stand at the bier
Of our house with the rotary phone

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Shackles

an old Esso sign,
broken down,
standing in the corner.

empty block building,
windows broke out,
wind whistles through the dust.

an old set of shackles,
hanging on a peg.
two broken chairs,

and an empty coke bottle.

lost on the road
that no one travels anymore.
an old rotary phone...

a tattered flag on the floor.
an old Chevy up on blocks,
black crows flying overhead...

i sit down and light a smoke,
staring at the shackles....
and letting go!

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Life Is A Wheel

Life
Is a wheel
The heart, brain,
Lung lever, kidney
The spokes
The blood works
The same way as
The air in the tube
Of the body like tire
A small leak
Can make the tire flat
One broken spoke
Can halt the wheel
The living
Becomes dead
The present
Turns into past
Let the
Wheel of life move
Exercise a bit
Keep the spokes fit
Air full
Live as long as the
Almighty wants

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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It would not be fair to the critics of Rotary, who include some of the most brilliant of the British and American writers, to charge them with prejudice.

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It has been the way of Rotary to focus thought upon matters in which members are in agreement, rather than upon matters in which they are in disagreement.

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Singing is not indulged in by Rotary clubs of some countries and all clubs are given full privilege to do as they please about including it in their programs.

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Rotary provides training at all levels so that those who have been selected for leadership positions have the opportunity to learn and apply leadership principles to their jobs.

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Catherine Wheels

No night to stay in
Bad moon is rising again
Dice rolls
And you burn
Come down I fear
As that cold wheel turns
I know what I know
Sad clone's been sleeping around
To stroke the right nerve
Whose needs do I serve
As Catherine's wheel turns
She was always the first to say gone
She's got her catherine wheels on
Always the first to say gone
Go kindly with him
To his blind apparition
Whose face creases up
With age gone grey
He'll back here one day
She was always the first to say gone
She's got her catherine wheels on
Always the first to say gone
She's got her catherine wheels on
Wheels on
Catherine wheels
She's gone
Vanished in the night
Broke off the logic of light
He woke
Tore the covers back
Found he was empty inside
So they were told
When the moon would rise
The best time to leave with your soul
She's gone
But towards the light
Watching her whole life unfold
Bruises come out dark
So strong was his hold on her
Regarded by some as his slave
He spoke as in a stranger's tongue
To spare us and drive you away
Bruises come out dark

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Rotary

Closer to a bell than a bird,
that clapper ringing
the clear name
of its inventor:

by turns louder
and quieter than a clock,
its numbered face
was more literate,

triplets of alphabet
like grace notes
above each digit.

And when you dialed,
each number was a shallow hole
your finger dragged
to the silver
comma-boundary,

then the sound of the hole
traveling back
to its proper place
on the circle.

You had to wait for its return.
You had to wait.
Even if you were angry
and your finger flew,

you had to await
the round trip
of seven holes
before you could speak.

The rotary was weird for lag,
for the afterthought.

Before the touch-tone,
before the speed-dial,
before the primal grip
of the cellular,

they built glass houses
around telephones:
glass houses in parking lots,
by the roadside,
on sidewalks.

When you stepped in
and closed the door,
transparency hugged you,
and you could almost see

your own lips move,
the dumb-show
of your new secrecy.

Why did no one think
to conserve the peal?

Just try once
to sing it to yourself:
it's gone,

like the sound of breath
if your body left.

poem by Christina Pugh
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Heart Like A Wheel

Calling up the promised land. johnny sevens coming over
The sea. hes taking your time. when you want to be free.
Holding out a helping hand. are you ready for a real
Career? will you be so cool. when its happening here?
It dont say nothing that I havent heard. if what I hear is
True. you wont keep the law with a broken word. so what
Are you going to do?
Heart like a wheel. turning away from anything thats real.
Heart like a wheel. changing in time. beating colder steel.
Pass the message around the world. the medium is in
Retreat. the power is here. and packing some heat.
Sell your soul to a holy war. set the captive free. we make
No promises anymore. but it isnt fooling me
Heart like a wheel. turning away from anything thats real.
Heart like a wheel. changing in time beating colder steel.
You cant keep the wheels turning anymore. with anger,
Blood and fear. or make any friends with an m16. when
You blast your way through here.
Heart like a wheel. turning away from anything thats real.
Heart like a wheel. changing in time beating colder steel.
Heart like a wheel. turning away from anything thats real.
Heart like a wheel. changing in time beating colder steel.
Heart like a wheel. turning away from anything thats real.
Heart like a wheel. driving the world is going to be a steal.

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It All Comes True

I stand here a black man I have no history
I was brought up in east chicago and I grew up on the streets
The chains around the playground were the chains around my heart
The brand upon my shoulder well it reminds you who you are
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
I was just a young girl my mother called me hon
My father was unhappy cause I should have been his son
They said, learn to be a waitress and learn to be a wife
And be thankful for a chance to live an ordinary life
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
My life is a contradiction of sorrow and desire
I drag my heart across the ash to throw it on the fire
Maybe theres a reason and could there be a plan
Or are we all just fools to think well understand
Chorus:
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true
And it all comes true yes it all comes true
Like a wheel inside a wheel it turns on you
And you think, what have I done? what can I do?
What you believe about yourself
It all comes true

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The Earth

God loafs around heaven,
without a shape
but He would like to smoke His cigar
or bite His fingernails
and so forth.

God owns heaven
but He craves the earth,
the earth with its little sleepy caves,
its bird resting at the kitchen window,
even its murders lined up like broken chairs,
even its writers digging into their souls
with jackhammers,
even its hucksters selling their animals
for gold,
even its babies sniffing for their music,
the farm house, white as a bone,
sitting in the lap of its corn,
even the statue holding up its widowed life,
but most of all He envies the bodies,
He who has no body.

The eyes, opening and shutting like keyholes
and never forgetting, recording by thousands,
the skull with its brains like eels-
the tablet of the world-
the bones and their joints
that build and break for any trick,
the genitals,
the ballast of the eternal,
and the heart, of course,
that swallows the tides
and spits them out cleansed.

He does not envy the soul so much.
He is all soul
but He would like to house it in a body
and come down
and give it a bath
now and then.

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I Am The American Eagle

I am the American Eagle
with a broken right Republican wing,
and a broken left Democrat wing,
its 'We the people' body tattered and torn.
It needs pledges of help
to its God Bless America body,
for the Eagle spirit to heal.

Its 10% White Collar head
has lost control of its 90%
Blue Collar welfare soul.
For the American Eagle
to become strong,
we must quit
outsourcing its welfare
and unite with its talons
saying NUTS
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
the American Eagle spirit
that unites this nation.

That America is not 10%
but 100%,
where elected officials
need to be 100%
not 10%.
That we do not need
economic morticians
but 100%
American eagle POLITICIANS,
who are not bickering
Republicans
and/or
Democrats
but 100%
Americans.

'I pledge allegiance
to the flag of
the United States of America,
and to the republic
for which it stands,
one nation under God,
indivisible, with liberty
and justice for all.'

Feel these words reach deep inside America,
It is not a pledge to Demigod
Republicans and Democrats,
Nor is it to Wall St or Private Equity.
It diversity is not just
Conservative, Progressive, Liberal
Or Moderate or Independent,
Rich, poor,
It is even homeless.

Swiss bank accounts,
Overseas tax havens,
It is about investing in America
That we now need 100% pledges
For the American Eagle NUTS talons,
Never Under Tyranny Surrender
Our American 100% heritage
to the future of our children.
So the eaglets can fly
with both wings.

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Destiny Unbound

Highway bills on the rotary still and he cant even feel the painof a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulderthat cut him right across his veinnow hes suckin cigar and hes shovelin tar
E crater of a turnpike terrainhes got only one hope, and he wants to elope,cuz highway jill is driving him insane.
We gotta get on the road, destiny unboundshes the one for me we gotta get outta townwe gotta get on the road, destiny unboundshes the one for me we gotta get outta townhighway jill was a daffodil with a cactus sense of prideat the wheel of a tractor, she was quite an impactorwhen the road rocks started to slideshe saw bill drop his shovel on a pile of gravelas he climbed up out of his ditchshe was wonderstruck when he climbed in her truckhe said Ive been havin this everlasting itch
Chorus
At first she was cold, she was ready to scoldthis guy from the pit with a thing in his headbut then she thought twice when he melted her icewith his passionate eyes she was energized!she started the ignition and without permissionthe two of em flew down the dusty roadbut the road wasnt finished and the pavement diminishedthey soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge
She said:there isnt even any road, our destiny was boundwe were the ones for us but now were in the ground(4x)

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Who Invented the Wheel?

Who invented the wheel?
It is an F. A. Q.
That is here eversince
The wheel came into view

Were it the Sumerians?
Can anyone say who?
Everybody's asking
Nobody seems to know

Who did first use the wheel?
The same and old query
The answer is around
Though not easy to see
Salamander or spider
Transforms into a ball
And like a wheel he goes
Down of a hill he rolls
A wheel without axle
He doesn't have to crawl

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The Wheelwright. For David

The wheelwright worked, as carefully,
yet so fast, as a wheel spins.

One day, someone said to him,
the centre of the wheel never moves.

Infuriated, the wheelwright worked night and day
neglecting his other work,
to prove this was not true;

he invented a wheel which was all rim;
but it still needed a hub, an axle;
but he had invented the flywheel;
his business flourished despite him.

He invented a wheel with a hollow at its centre;
but had to devise a radiating hub;
yet he had invented machinery;
his business thrived.

After many years, he sank back,
beaten by philosophy; reduced to stillness.

Around him, a huge business enterprise;
he, the hub, the axle,
the still centre.

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My Winding Wheel

Well nighttime let her through
Yeah Im talking to you
I wanna see her
Precious little thing
With eyes that dance around without their clothes
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Cause I feel just like a map
Without a single place to go of interest
And Im further north than south
If I could shut my mouth shed probably like this
So buy a pretty dress
And wear it out tonight
For all the boys you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel
Well the children laugh and sing a song that ushers in her driving rain
And Im standing in the station like some old record waiting on a train
So buy a pretty dress
Wear it out tonight
For anyone you think could out do me
Or better still be my winding wheel
Be my winding wheel

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Telephone X

I see your hands they're on me
Just when you say hello
You see your words they drown me
Then there's a warmth below
My body and soul are feeling fine
And my body and soul, just killing time
When you ring my number, you ring my head
All the time for telephone sex
See my life just falling with you
I feel this rhythm draw me
But will I get my way
Your body slides beneath me
"Keep talking" I'll say
My body and soul are feeling fine
And my body and soul, just killing time
When you ring my number, you ring my head
All the time for telephone sex
See my life just falling with you
When you ring my number, you ring my head
All the time for telephone sex
See my life just falling with you
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Falling with you
Falling with you
......
Well I wanted to know this love's forever
Wanted to feel this free together
Wanted to sleep, just dream whenever
Falling with you
When you ring my number, you ring my head
All the time for telephone sex
See my life just falling with you
When you ring my number, you ring my head
All the time for telephone sex
See my life just falling with you
See my life just falling with you
See my life just falling with you
See my life just falling with you

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Related quotes

The Rotary

The Rotary

Our House With The Rotary Phone

Shackles

Life Is A Wheel

Catherine Wheels

Rotary

Heart Like A Wheel

It All Comes True

The Earth

I Am The American Eagle

Destiny Unbound

Who Invented the Wheel?

The Wheelwright. For David

My Winding Wheel

Telephone X

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