A Boxers Dream (or was it?)
He'd retired from the Boxing ring
but was bored with daily life
he not only liked to hit the bottle
but also his long suffering wife.
Then one day she up and went
which made him drink even more
I may as well be dead he thought
as he lay in a drunken stupor on the floor.
But when he finally sobered up
a gentle voice whispered into his ear,
'You'll be a champion again my son
but first give up drinking Whisky and Beer.'
The Boxer thought he was going insane
maybe the cause of one too many fights?
but the voice kept on returning
throughout the days and the nights.
But slowly he did give up the boozing
and never set foot inside his local pub
he started working out in the Gym
then went back to his old Boxing Club.
His trainer really worked him hard
then after a few months told him he was ready
so he stepped back into the ring again
but decided to take it nice and steady.
But he won that first fight in style
winning with a Fifth round knockout
the boxer felt good and alive once more
and went on to win bout after bout.
He did finally become a Champion again
as proudly in the centre of the ring he stood
then the referee whispered gently into his ear:
'See my son I told you that you would! '
poem by Kevin Halls
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Ramble
Ramble is a boxer and he is fighting in the ring with Mad dog
who ever win the boxing fight will take home $ 76,000.00 dollars
And it would be nice for Ramble but not Mad dog because Mad dog is already a boxing champion and he already won 20 boxing fights
But his boss is trying hard to push him to win this fight and Mad dog is A Jamaican guy and Ramble is a American guy
But on the first, second and third round of the boxin g fight Ramble knocked down Mad dog and Ramble by now was winnin the fight and Mad dog kept trying hard to knock Ramble down but mad dog got up And knocked Ramble down and than Ramble knocked down Mad dog on the Fourth round, fifth round, and the six round and Mad dog Won his first Boxing fight at the Mapple Leaf Gardens here in Toronto
And he got the $76,000.00 dollars to take home
But he got congratulated by his wife and his kids
Also the good news is that now they can pay their debts of and Eventualy buy a house to live in
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The final bell rings
The crowd were going crazy
as the two boxers entered the ring
the best fighters in there division
one would be the new boxing king.
The bell rang for the start of the fight
the arena was now at fever pitch
one of these pugilists would be a victor
and become wealthy and stinking rich.
The punches from them both were hard
this was a fight that was brutal and tough
these fighters really meant business
and the rounds were mean and rough.
There was nothing between them both
as the fight went to it's final round
when suddenly one of them collapsed
from being noisy you couldn't hear a sound.
The medics rushed into the blood stained ring
as the boxer lay motionless and deathly White
the referee raised the arm of the new champion
and he was announced as the winner of the fight.
But sadly the loser never ever came round
he died in the hospital that very same night
this brave and courageous warrior lost his life
sadly never again to step into a ring to fight.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Poet/bum
There's a thin line between the poet and the bum,
Usually both are broke,
In boxing circles, there's the bum of the month,
And like the poet, considered a joke.
For instance, a poet has to fight for respect,
Like any boxer risking his neck,
The poet fights with words he understands,
The boxer fights with his hands.
Neither fighter can afford to be afraid,
Taking a hit from a move delayed,
Clobbered by critics, or clobbered in the ring,
Can sting.
As remote as it may sound,
They both have to survive the round,
Neither wants to remain the tramp,
Both would choose to be the champ.
They exist on a parallel track,
With no time to look back,
They touch gloves with Heaven and Hell,
In an endless fight till the final bell.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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Battered Wife
when they met, she could'nt know
that later on, his true colors would show.
he beat on women all his life
then he made her ' his wife'.
just so that he could have a puching bag
and that part of life ' is very sad'.
in his life he saw abuse
and decided to put it to use
he thought that it would keep a woman in line
and to them ' it was just fine'.
he did not think, nor did he care
if to his wife, it was fair.
he broke her nose
and fractured her ribs
because she refused to give
the sex that he so desired
just to satisfy his inner fire.
he thought that she was something
that he could use, as he felt fit.
til the day that she opened up her mind
and decided that it was time
to stop this physical abuse
for crying, was of no use.
so when he came home after
drinking that night, and started his routine fight
she was prepared for his attack
and she was ready to fight back.
when he raised his hand to strike
she then showed a 12 inch knife.
'touch me again and you will see
that you'll be part of history.'
he lowered his hand in dismay
she knew then-she could not stay.
the following day she packed her things
and on the dresser, left her ring.
(leave him after the first time
for there is no dividing line.
he will continue his attacks
then there'll be no turning back)
poem by Louis Rams
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Manny Pacquiao
As a young boy,
He lived in extreme poverty
And worked as a construction boy.
Even though there were no foods to offer
On the table and being a boxer
Was the only way to feed his family,
He never lost his faith to God Almighty.
Not a single day he missed to pray.
Until one day,
He discovered his special gifts.
In sport of boxing today,
He's a pound-for-pound king.
Within the ring,
People called him 'The Beast'
'Cause many boxing legends had tried their best
As they'd promised to defeat 'The Beast.'
But none of them came to close.
By his powerful hands and blind speeds,
they'd suffered the shocking loss.
Manny Pacquiao is an all-time-great,
A philanthropist,
'The Nation's Fist, '
'The Fighting Pride of the Philippines, '
'The Fighting Congressman, '
The 'Pac-Man, '
'The Mexicutioner, '
'The Destroyer, '
An actor,
A singer,
A prizefighter,
A 'Fighter of the Decade, '
And an eight-division world champion.
He is my pride!
poem by Alon Calinao Dy
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Ring Da Bell
I've been talkin to some friends of mine about you boy
They say you're bout to have a child
When you goin' tell me bout it
This other chick your sleepin' with
Now you gotta deal with it
Hope you've found happiness
I've found myself in such a mess
With you
and I put way to much love
Into you
Through the one day
we'll be true
and time after time
I stuck with you
but now I'm too through
Cause I've been the fool
Sittin' round too long
I think its about time
That I ring da bell and carry on
I forgave you before
But its too far long
I think its bout time
That I ring da bell and move along
You said it was a mistake
On one night you saw her late
Must of been for pure affection
Boy you didn't have protection
You had to think of me
But you did never see
Yourself in this predicament
You never thought that it would catch up
With you
and I put way to much love
Into you
Through the one day
we'll be true
and time after time
I stuck with you
but now I'm too through
Cause I've been the fool
Sittin' round too long
I think its about time
That I ring da bell and carry on
I forgave you before
But its too far long
I think its bout time
That I ring da bell and move along
Cause I've been the fool
Sittin' round too long
I think its about time
That I ring da bell and carry on
I forgave you before
But its too far long
I think its bout time
That I ring da bell and move along
How awful the way
You treated me
Gave you everything
So hurt to say
You didn't tell me
Can't wait to leave
song performed by by Monica from The Boy Is Mine
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U Saved Me
You Saved Me"
I was riding in my car one day
In the express lane rollin on the freeway
And suddenly the phone rings then I
Reached down beside me then i look
On the floor felt on the backseat
See I was drinking while I was driving
Never thinking bout what I was doing
I turned around and before i knew it
Here comes this truck now
Doctor said don't think he gonna make it
Family said make the funeral arrangements
Unplug the machine he's gone now
Then told my wife to be strong now
Then a small voice said told me
If you promise to stop drinking
I surrendered on that day
Now for ten years i've been straight
You saved me [4x]
Gave me a second chance
You saved me [3x]
You saved me
Now i've been sitting in this chair
Waiting on the phone to ring
Praying up to God that someone will call
Me with a job opening
Cause it's been so hard for me
Month to month struggling to eat
But still there was no answer
I stop believing in his word and
Got so mad at him and
When somebody said God's good
I just laugh at 'em
But in the nick of time his blessing
Rain on me
By his grace the phone ring
A lady said were hiring and
That's when I knew
You saved me [4x]
Now i was 18 out there on the block
Selling drugs
With a gun at my waist
And for people I had no love
See the streets was my home
Family and friends were all gone
Had no one to trust
And deep inside i was all alone
And a deal went bad one day
And it was enough to pause me
I was shot 4 times and before i
Knew it I was on my knees
Blood pushin out my body
My heart's beating faster don't know what i'm gonna do
I don't think i'm gonna last then
I begain to flash back on the things
I done in my past
Then I heard a small voice that said
I'll give you peace if you believe
I accepted Christ that day
Halilujah now i'm free
You saved me [4x]
I was in the aisle of the grocery store
With a pain in my chest and I'm wondering
Where did it come from (I got tested)
And the results came back
And the doctor said i'm sorry but u got cancer
I could not beleive it so
I call my mama to calm my nerves
(mama) she got down on her knees
(mama) she said a prayer for me
(mama) just keep on thanking Jesus
(mama) he'll give you what you need
(thank you Jesus)
Now that was five years ago
I don't have that pain no more
Doc said you can go home
Cause all that cancer's gone
You saved me [4x]
You saved me (said you saved me)
You saved me (but you saved me)
You saved me saaaved me
Gave me a second chance (second chance)
Halilujah saved me
Saved me saved me
Wooooooh You saved me
You gave me it was by grace You saved me
I'm so thankful that You looked down on me
Saw me standing there
I was at the end of my rope no where to go
And you gave me
No where to go (and you saved me)
I was down and out 2
I was doing drugs 2
I was running the streets 2
Never felt love
I was wilding out
You saved me
You stepped in ooh save me
You saved me
song performed by by R. Kelly
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The Dying Gamblers Story
In a little secret Gambling house in a city known for fame
There sits a man of tender years his head bowed down in shame
That young man told a story as sad as can be
And if you will but listen this is what he said to me.
A year ago I had a wife but she was called one day
And as she lay so near to death she pressed my hand to say
I'm giving you my wedding ring to cherish all your life
And with these words the reaper called away my loving wife.
Soon I started gambling til I never had a thing
And on a hand I thought would win I bet my dead wife's ring
I drew the card and looked at it, Oh God I cried aloud
I've lost my dead wife's wedding ring to this drunken jeering around.
When he had finished speaking he bowed his head and sighed
And we who heard his story knew that he had died
But that dying gamblers story didn't mean a thing
Too bad they said, dealt the cards, and bet his dear wife's ring.
poem by Kenneth T. Schofield
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Rosary
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Standing in a row
Waiting for the hand to fall
God's children take a bow.
Ring a Ring no rosary
Shadow at the door
Sweat around his puffed up neck
Pain upon the floor.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
A whispered word to God
Judies, where's your mercy
From the stripping and the rod.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Wipe away the tear.
Stained and dirty fingers
Garbing at my years.
Ring a Ring no Rosary
Now the pain is done
Christ upon his alter
Disciples in my Tomb.
poem by Alan Halford
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The Pugilist
You need to be tough to be a boxer
it helps to have a granite like chin
be able to move and bob and weave
and get up off the canvas to win.
Hours and hours of sparring at the gym
cauliflower ears and a nose that bends
sit-ups, press-ups, and punching the bags,
blood, sweat, and tears are his closest friends.
The boxer hears the noise of the crowd
screaming, shouting, baying for blood,
but he battles on ignoring his pain
ahead on points and fighting real good.
Remember all of what the trainer has said
stay on your feet and don't go down
but his strength is going can he go on?
he must if he wants to win that crown.
Cut and bloodied and out on his feet
he holds on to the end of the fight
the referee walks over and raises his arm
now a new champion reigns supreme tonight!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Working Out of a Corner Office
I thought I started out strong
After taking many body blows
My guard began to drop
It felt like - -my head being snapped back
I keep moving while holding on
Waiting for the bell
Once seated in my corner
My cut man
Goes to work
Cotton swabs and alum
Attempting to stem the red flow
From above my right eye
He presses on my face
With a piece of ice-cold steel
Trying to keep the swelling down
My manager is moving around
In front of me waving an ice-bag
Replaying his advice from all my fights
The crowd has their opinions too
If I could turn and challenge them
To step inside the ring
That would get them
To back off
That and standing up and spitting
Water and blood in their direction
Into a bucket that sits on the apron
Near the ringside seats
Instead my mouthpiece is slid back in
Past swollen lips while I wait in my corner
For the bell that will start the next round
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[I dont' usually make comments on my poems. That's up to the readers to do. However, I've heard from so many readers that can't get past the controlling image of this poem; boxing. I wrote this poem long ago. Long before I saw the movie, 'Michael Clayton.' For some of the other facets to work for the reader of this poem, I have two suggestions: 1) it's out on DVD now so you can rent the movie 'Micheal Clayton.' Think about the character Arthur working out of a corner office, and 2) like any poem, my title is trying to give you a hint of what direction the poem is going to take. a) metaphor of 'working out' - - trying to take care of yourself and b) the stress, grind and responsibility of working in middle or upper business managemnt.
I put this after the end of my poem. I don't want to spoil it for a first time reader. I hope they got, on their own; that this poem is not just about boxing. The same way that Coleridge's 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner is not about the cruelty to an Albatross, nor is Virgina Wool's 'The Death of the Moth' about lepidopterology.]
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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What's The Use Of Getting Sober
Dv = deep voice, sv = squeaky voice
Dv: boy, you listen to your old pappy
Sv: yeah, pappy
Dv: and stop drinking so much
Sv: i'm-i'm ain't been doing so much drinking, pappy
Dv: shut up, boy! you drink all day and you drink all night and you know, son, that that ain't right
Sv: oh pappy, you just give me a chance. i, i can, i . . .
Dv: shut up, boy! boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
Sv: i know that . . .
Dv: look likes your dear old pappy - about to blow your wig
Sv: oh i'm gonna blow my wig, pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Dv:
I went out last night about half past one
Thought i'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way i was feeling you know what i wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if i was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober if you're gonna get drunk again
Oh sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and i love my gin
Every time you see me i'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well i've been thinking
But i keep drinking
I guess i'm 'bout lose my mind
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You're Gonna Get Drunk Again)
(words and music by Bubsy Meyers)
[DV = dark voice, SV = squeaky voice]
DV: Boy, you listen to your old Pappy
SV: Yeah, Pappy
DV: And stop drinking so much
SV: I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy
DV: Shut up, boy! You drink all day
and you drink all night
and you know, son, that that ain't right
SV: Oh Pappy, you just give me a chance. I, I can, I...
DV: Shut up, boy!
Boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
SV: I know that...
DV: Look likes your dear old Pappy - about to blow your wig
SV: Oh I'm gonna blow my wig, Pappy
What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
DV: I went out last night about half past one
Thought I'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way I was feeling you know what I wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if I was dead or alive
So what's the use of getting sober
If you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Well I've been thinking
But I keep drinking
I guess I'm 'bout lose my mind
(C) Leeds Music Ltd.
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Top Of The Game
Sean Paul (ft. Rahzel) - Top Of The Game
[Rahzel]
(Beat Box)
Come Down
Sean Paul, Sean Paul, Number one
Rahzel, Champion
Sean Paul, Sean Paul, Numba One
Sean Paul, Champion
Numba one, Champion
It's the return of the microphone fiend
I'll be the first nigga to split ya spleen
And Pig ya vision leave ya catarax splitscreen
You'lll be asked out, passed out like mitch green
Fight Club, From a Brad Pitt scene
I'm a SWAT team swingin' the got sixteen
A pimpstein that's makin' ya chicks scream
Download my digital, digital voice screen
Quartermatic widescreen
Low rider with dem' funky eye beams
I'm bad freakin' her back seat
named mean lean
last week ___ full swing
For my brothers' locked down from GP to Tsing Tsing
Sean Paul ( Beat Box) Dance hall, Dance hall, king
The track like a puppet on a string
[Sean Paul]
Patois, I don't know what he's sayin' here, need some help here???
[Chorus]
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
More Patois...
Fi music is in my heart
and it's in my brain
and inna mi soul ______
and vibe dem start so u cyaan complain
When deh music hitta oh u feel no pain
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Beat Box) Sean Paul
Patois Patois...
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
Top of the game, I'm playin'
Numba One
nobody cyaan hold my flame
Champion
Tell dem' again and again
Numba one
we ready fi drive dem' insane
Champion
(Beat Box)
song performed by by Sean Paul
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Crusher
Now I wanna wrestle in the garden
I'm on my way to stardom
I know I'm ready I know I'm great
But first I have to get in shape
Cause I've got my eyes on the Russian Bear
Gonna tear him up I swear
This guy thinks he's the champion
Gonna take his belt and beat him!
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm ready for a match with the Russian Bear
Gonna pile drive him pull his hair
I might have a foreign object in my trunks
I might have to use on that punk
Got the hardest hold you can put on anyone
If you're my victim you're beaten
I'm a lean mean fighting machine
Powerful and strong like King Kong
I'm the crusher king of the ring
Started having second thought I was scared as hell
The last thing I wanted was to hear them ring the bell
I mean the Russian Bear could probably
tear me limb from limb
He'd probably grin be real happy with himself
This is not good for my health
I'm not coming out of the dressing room
And get beaten up by that goon
Go back to Russia go back home!
Don't wanna get a broken bone
Or a lump on my head
Ain't gonna hide under the bed
I'm the crusher king of the ring
I'm the Crusher
song performed by by Ramones
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Rubber Ring
A sad fact widely known
The most impassionate song
To a lonely soul
Is so easily outgrown
But dont forget the songs
That made you smile
And the songs that made you cry
When you lay in awe
On the bedroom floor
And said : oh, oh, smother me mother...
No ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
La ...
The passing of time
And all of its crimes
Is making me sad again
The passing of time
And all of its sickening crimes
Is making me sad again
But dont forget the songs
That made you cry
And the songs that saved your life
Yes, youre older now
And youre a clever swine
But they were the only ones who ever stood by you
The passing of time leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled (the passing ...)
The passing of time
Leaves empty lives
Waiting to be filled
Im here with the cause
Im holding the torch
In the corner of your room
Can you hear me ?
And when youre dancing and laughing
And finally living
Hear my voice in your head
And think of me kindly
No ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
La ...
No ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
Do you
Love me like you used to ?
Oh ...
Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring
La ...
Youre clever
Everybodys clever nowadays
Youre clever
Everybodys clever nowadays
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
You do not want to believe
You are sleeping
song performed by by Smiths
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Ring Ring
I was sitting by the phone
I was waiting all alone
Baby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you
Its a dark and dreary night
Seems like nothings going right
Wont you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?
Yes Im down and feeling blue
And I dont know what to do, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Wont you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
You were here and now youre gone
Hey did I do something wrong?
I just cant believe that I could be so badly mistaken
Was it me or was it you?
Tell me, are we really through?
Wont you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking
Please forgive and then forget
Or maybe darling better yet, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all
Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall
And I sit all alone impatiently
Wont you please understand the need in me
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
Oh-oh, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
So, ring, ring, why dont you give me a call?
song performed by by ABBA
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The Best Day
We loaded up my old station wagon
With a tent, colon, and sleepin' bags
Some fishin' poles, a cooler of Cokes
Three days before we had to be back
When you're seven, you're in Seventh Heaven
When you're goin' campin' in the wild outdoors
And as we turned off o that old dirt road,
He looked at me and swore
(Chorus)
Dad, this could be the best day of my life
I've been dreamin' day and night 'bout the fun we'll have
It's just me and you doin' what I've always wanted to
I'm the luckiest boy alive
This is the best day of my life
Well, his fifteenth birthday rolled around
Classic cars were his thing
When I pulled in the drive with that old 'Vette
I thought that boy would go insane
When you're in your teens
Your dreams revolve around four spinning wheels
We worked nights on end 'til it was new again
And as he sat behind the wheel, he said
Dad, this could be the best day of my life
I've been dreamin' day and night 'bout the fun we'll have
It's just me and you doin' what I've always wanted to
I'm the luckiest boy alive
This is the best day of my life
Standin' in a little room
Back of the church with our tuxes on
Lookin' at him I say
"I can't believe, son, that you're grown"
He said
Dad, this could be the best day of my life
I've been dreamin' day and night 'bout bein' like you
Now it's me and her watchin' you and Mom I've learned
I'm the luckiest man alive
This is the best day of my life
I'm the luckiest man alive
This is the best day of my life
song performed by by George Strait
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Tough cat Sam returns
Tough cat Sam is restless
he wants to box again
retirement is boring he says
he misses the action and even the pain.
Jess says he's lost the plot
and he's being a grumpy old cat
although Sam maybe knocking on a bit
he can still do a hundred press ups on the mat.
He wants to fight the reigning champ
a psycho cat by the name of feral Fred
he hasn't lost a fight in years
and two poor opponents ended up dead.
But Sam has been working out
and eating lots and lots of raw fish
feral Fred has heard all about this
and says he'll grant Sam his wish.
The Feline Gazette ran the headline
that Sam is too old and must be mad
they wrote some nasty things in their paper
saying he was washed up and very sad.
But Tough cat Sam had heard it before
and announced that he was in really good nick
while feral Fred laughed and taunted Sam
saying he was just an old cat and thick.
So Sam had his fight with feral Fred
and for fifteen rounds they went paw to paw
and when the fight finally came to an end
feral Fred was lying knocked out on the floor.
Tough cat Sam was the champion again
the oldest cat to retain the boxing crown
and as Sam proudly said to the feline press
' I'm living proof you can't keep a good cat down!
poem by Kevin Halls
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All My Love
Mary J Blige - All my love
Can we just talk about the love and all the things we do
You rub my back and boy you know I'll do the same for you
You treat me good
I'll treat you good
And things will be alright
Come over here my sugar dumpling 'cause it's on tonight...
Don't you worry 'bout a thing
'bout a thing
Because you gave me this ring
you gave me this ring yeah
I won't ever let you down
said i won't let you down
'Cause my love is your fate
So please hurry don't wait...
I'm gonna give you
All of my love
I'm gonna give you
All of my love
I'm gonna give you
All of my love
I'm gonna give you
All of my love..
Boy don't you know that deep inside you are so beautiful
Beautiful
You're made for me so never ever, ever let me go
oh no
I never knew someone could set my soul and body free
No time to wait so sugar won't you give your love to me...
And as far as I can see
Far as i can see baby
You're the only one for me
You're the only one for me
And you're everything I need
You're everything I need
'Cause your heart is cared for me
And I don't wanna be free...
It feels so good to find love, sweet love
Yes it does
I'll try not to neglect it
I'll try not
Always cherish every second
Always love you baby
When ever I need you, you're always right there
Always right there
I call you my best friend
I call you my best
Hope this love will never end
I'm gonna
Give you love
Baby I'm gonna give you love
Baby I'm gonna
Give you love
All my love to you...
song performed by by Mary J Blige
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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