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An Epistle To Fleetwood Shephard, Esq.

When crowding folks, with strange ill faces,
Were making legs, and begging places,
And some with patents, some with merit,
Tired out my good Lord Dorset's spirit:
Sneaking I stood amongst the crew,
Desiring much to speak with you.
I waited while the clock struck thrice,
And footman brought out fifty lies;
Till, patience vex'd, and legs grown weary,
I thought it was in vain to tarry!
But did opine it might be better,
By penny-post to send a letter;
Now, if you miss of this epistle,
I'm baulk'd again, and may go whistle.
My business, Sir, you'll quickly guess,
Is to desire some little place;
And fair pretensions I have for't,
Much need, and very small desert.
Whene'er I writ to you, I wanted;
I always begg'd, you always granted.
Now, as you took me up when little,
Gave me my learning and my vittle;
Ask'd for me, from my lord, things fitting,
Kind as I'd been your own begetting;
Confirm what formerly you've given,
Nor leave me now at six and seven,
As Sunderland has left Mun Stephen.
No family, that takes a whelp
When first he laps, and scarce can yelp,
Neglects or turns him out of gate
When he's grown up to dog's estate:
No parish, if they once adopt
The spurious brats by strollers dropp'd,
Leave them, when grown up lusty fellows,
To, the wide world, that is, the gallows:
No thank them for their love, that's worse,
Than if they'd throttled them at nurse.
My uncle, rest his soul! when living,
Might have contrived me ways of thriving;
Taught me with cyder to replenish
My vats, or ebbing tide of Rhenish.
So when for hock I drew prickt white-wine,
Swear't had the flavour, and was right wine.
Or sent me with ten pounds to Furni-
val's Inn, to some good rogue attorney;
Where now, by forging deeds, and cheating,
I'd found some handsome ways of getting.
All this you made me quit, to follow
That sneaking whey-faced god Apollo;
Sent me among a fiddling crew
Of folks, I'd never seen nor knew,
Calliope, and God knows who,
To add no more invectives to i,
You spoil'd the youth, to make a poet.
In common justice, Sir, there's no man
That makes the whore, but keeps the woman.
Amongst all honest Christian people,
Whoe'er breaks limbs, maintains the cripple.
The sum of all I have to say,
Is, that you'll put me in some way;
And your petitioner shall pray--
There's one thing more I had almost slipt,
But that may do as well in postscript:
My friend Charles Montague's preferr'd;
Nor would I have it long observed,
That one mouse eats, while t'other starved.

poem by Matthew Prior
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Strange Without You

You know the faces, you know the places,
You know places where the faces fit
You always wanted, to never say it,
and now you wonder, well is this it?
I'm always screaming, dreaming
Strange without you, without you
You know the numbers, you dream in slumber,
You've got the faces and the photographs
You always want it, but never say it,
and now you wonder, well what do I have?
I'm always screaming, dreaming
strange without, without you
without you
strange without you
strange without you
without you
without you
strange without you
strange without you
strange without you
strange without you
without you

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Tired Of Sex

I'm tired
So tired
I'm tired of having sex (so tired)
I'm spread
So thin
I don't know who I am (who I am)
Monday night I'm making Jen
Tuesday night I'm making Lyn
Wednesday night I'm making Catherine
Oh why can't I be making love come true?
Whoa
I'm beat
Beet red
Ashamed of what I said (what I said)
I'm sorry
Here I go
I know that I'll resent it but I can't say no (say no)
Thursday night I'm making Denise
Friday night I'm making Sharise
Saturday night I'm making Louise
So why can't I be making love come true?
Tonight I'm down on my knees
Tonight I'm begging you please
Tonight tonight please
So why can't I be making love come true?

song performed by by Weezer from Pinkerton
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AN EPITAPH On his most honoured Friend Richard Earl of Dorset

Let no profane ignoble foot tread neer
This hallow'd peece of earth, Dorset lies here.
A small sad relique of a noble spirit,
Free as the air, and ample as his merit;
Whose least perfection was large, and great
Enough to make a common man compleat.
A soul refin'd and cull'd from many men,
That reconcil'd the sword unto the pen,
Using both well. No proud forgetting Lord,
But mindful of mean names and of his word.
One that did love for honour, not for ends,
And had the noblest way of making friends
By loving first. One that did know the Court,
Yet understood it better by report
Then practice, for he nothing took from thence
But the kings favour for his recompence.
One for religion, or his countreys good
That valu'd not his Fortune nor his blood.
One high in fair opinion, rich in praise;
And full of all we could have wisht, but dayes.
He that is warn'd of this, and shall forbear
To vent a sigh for him, or lend a tear;
May he live long and scorn'd, unpiti'd fall,
And want a mourner at his funerall.

poem by Henry King
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The Song at Cock-Crow

1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.

The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!

The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!

The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .

The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!

The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!

The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!

The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!

The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
(Because of his wickedness) when the cock crew!

poem by Rudyard Kipling
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From an Outpost

I've tramped South England up and down
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Through every little ancient town
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.
I mind the old stone churches there,
The taverns round the market square,
The cobbled streets, the garden flowers,
The sundials telling peaceful hours
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.

The Meadowlands are green and fair
Down Somerset and Sussex way,
The clover scent is in the air
Down Somerset and Sussex way.
I mind the deep-thatched homesteads there
The noble downlands, clean and bare.
The sheepfolds and the cattle byres,
The blue wood-smoke from shepherd's fires
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.

Mayhap I shall not walk again
Down Dorset way, down Devon way,
Nor pick a posy in a lane
Down Somerset and Sussex way.
But though my bones, unshriven, rot
In some far distant alien spot,
what soul I have shall rest from care
To know that meadows still are fair
Down Dorset way, down Devon way.

poem by Leslie Coulson
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California Man

Goin to a party,
Meet me out after school.
Well we go to a place
Where the jive is really cool.
And if the band stops a playin
Theres a jukebox in the hall.
Well put your blue dress on,
And your folks all gone.
Youll sure give the guys a ball.
Chorus:
Get that real guitar boy shakin,
Im a california man,
Dance right on till the floors are breakin
Im a california man.
Well I cross my mamma so bad
And this a womans just a making me mad.
So I dont care if your legs start aching,
Im a california man.
Oh my, Im a california man.
Oh my legs start to shiver
When I hear you call my name.
Well, my knees keep a knocking,
And Im feeling tired bugs me down.
An when we take off fine,
An my jeans are way down low.
When I waggle my hips
Its making me feel like a king of rock n roll
Chorus

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Charwoman

If only 'twere not Christmas Eve,
Nor bright other places,
Nor loaded the boards I perceive,
Nor happy the faces,

And not so wretched at home,
And none of this whining
And begging for bread when I come
By little cheeks pining

Today for hunger again.
To deeply depress me!
If they, who forget now my pain,
Could see it distress me!

Too listlessly come I and go;
All dirty I never
Must faint in the twilight glow
But toil on forever.

Six children I have to relieve--
How blanched are their faces!
If only 'twere not Christmas Eve,
Nor bright other places!

poem by Carmen Sylva
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I think software patents are a bad idea. Many patents are given for trivial inventions.

quote by Larry Wall
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Gideon Tanner

Now just look, the whole tow-own
Has turned out today
To say a last prayer for me
And Lord only knows
How surprised they would be
If they knew I could see them
And I could hear what they say
Woh, if they knew I could see them
And I could hear what they say
Some say I was a good ma-an
Some disagree-ee-ee
Some folks are sad
So-ome are glad
To see the last of me-ee-ee
I know I was happy ma-an
Most of my day-ay-ays
And through it all
If I had a time or two
It was worth it to me
I'm the last of my fam'ly
So I'm takin' my name
No children do I leave behi-i-ind
To sing Rock Of Ages
For an old warn out cowboy
You can take away my body
But the spirit is mine
Woh, you can take away my body, yeah
But the spirit is mine
Some say I was a good ma-an
And some disagree-ee-ee
Some folks are sad
And some are glad
To see the last of me-ee-ee
I know I was happy ma-an
Most of my day-ay-ays
And through it all
If I had a time or two
It was worth it to me
Some say I was a good ma-an
Some dis-a-gree...

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Guns Against Knives

I’m tired of people getting sick
As soon as they’re born
Of soldiers killing
Innocent kids
And my heart is too torn

I’m tired of marching
In a stupid parade
Begging strangers for sympathy
Expecting a raid

I’m tired of meetings
At which gray heads agree
On Vancouver or France
If the time comes to flee

I’m tired of signing
The fucking petitions
Begging for justice
For relief of conditions

But who are the ones
That spread shit in our lives?
Can they be stopped?
It’s guns against knives.

poem by Bob Green
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Psalm 34

I will bless the Lord at all times
My souls shall make its boast in thee
I will bless the Lord at all times
For He's the one who came and set me free

I sought the Lord and He heard me
And He delievered me from all my fears
I sought the Lord and He heard me
He came down and dried up all of my tears

Let our faces shine as we gaze on thee
Let us run into our strong high tower
Let our faces shine as we gaze on thee
Exalting you in this our final hour

Oh taste and see that the Lord is good
And you can trust Him with all of your heart
Oh taste and see that the Lord is good
And from Him we shall never ever part

He is close to those whose hearts are broken
And He loves a spirit that it contrite
He is close to those whose hearts are broken
He will draw near when in our darkest night

And though the afflictions of the saints are many
The Lord delivers us out of them all
And although the affliciton of the saints are many
He always hears our desperate call

poem by Frank McEleny
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Dressed For Effectiveness

You say he is building a coalition,
With no top Blacks.
You don't know that for a fact.
And besides...
He is making attempts to unite.
Not keep up division...
With those proposing,
A continuance of undecisive
And continued indivision.
The days ahead will be of change.
Not a rearrangement,
To keep the same folks and policies estranged...
With fresh faces to retrace old places.
In his administration...
You can guarantee,
No one will be there 'dressed' for effectiveness...
Just to play a part.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Faces

Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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My Lord, My Refuge

O Lord,
I take this bread and
eat your Body

O Lord,
I take this wine and
drink your blood

Taste and see my Lord is all goodness
Happy are those who take refuge in Him

Fill me with your spirit and grace
Take my heavy burden away

Lord, I give You praise and compliment
How beautiful is your dwelling

How my soul longs for you
How my spirit rekindles with Your salvation

I'm too tired and weary
Need a resting place

Lord, Jesus, give me a peaceful place
Take your dwelling as my safe haven
My Lord, My refuge

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Hot Legs

(rod stewart)
Whos that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round for more
Well you can love me tonight if you want
But in the morning make sure youre gone
Im talkin to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school
I love you honey
Gotta most persuasive tongue
You promise all kinds of fun
But what you dont understand
Im a working man
Gonna need a shot of vitamin e
By the time youre finished with me
Im talking to you
Hot legs, youre an alley cat
Hot legs, you scratch my back
Hot legs, bring your mother too
I love you honey
Imagine how my daddy felt
In your jet black suspender belt
Seventeen years old
Hes touching sixty four
You got legs right up to your neck
Youre making me a physical wreck
Im talking to you
Hot legs, in your satin shoes
Hot legs, are you still in school
Hot legs, youre making me a fool
I love you honey
Hot legs, making your mark
Hot legs, keep my pencil sharp
Hot legs, keep your hands to yourself
I love you honey
Hot legs, youre wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, youre still in school
I love you honey

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Good actors I've worked with all started out making faces in a mirror, and you keep making faces all your life.

quote by Bette Davis
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Fighting patents one by one will never eliminate the danger of software patents, any more than swatting mosquitoes will eliminate malaria.

quote by Richard Stallman
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Tied To The 90's

We're tied to the 90's
in the middle
It's terribly frightening
I'm takin' it fast
Takin' it slow
There's thunder and lightning
It's terribly frightening
Lord knows
Where it goes
But I know
That if so
Well I want to tell you
We're tired of the 90's
We're tired of the 90's
But we're tied to the 90's
Tied to the 90's
Remember the 80's
(They were something)
Were worse than the 90's
We're stuck in a path
Where fashion is fast
And nothin' is lasting
It's all ghetto blasting
And Lord knows
Where it goes
But I know
That if so well I want to tell you
We're tired of the 90's
We're tired of the 90's
Tied to the 90's
"Middle 8"
We're tired of the 90's
We're tired of the 90's
We're tired of the 90's
But we're tied to the 90's
oh

song performed by by Travis from Good Feeling
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In The Closet

There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
More besides clothes, coats...
And those sneaking to get quick booty,
To hide to 'get off'
Like teenagers in a rage.

Not too many today,
Care who does what to whom.
Except those living in smaller towns...
Where there is nothing else to do,
Other than to test the beds
In their neighbors' bedrooms!

And having sex with pets!
And other kinds of sexual digressions.

'But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood for steamy gossip! '

There is more in the closet,
Coming out of them these days.
People catching all kinds of sexual diseases.
HIV that can develop into AIDS.

And some folks wish to keep their sneaking discreet!
As they sweat up wetness on strange sheets...
During nighttime sleepovers.
And these same booty buddies,
Who get it on...
During the day,
Do not speak!

'Wassup with that?
But you didn't hear that from me.
Just in case you're in the mood,
For some steamy gossip! '

But folks 'down low' who are in the closet...
Don't have to be that way.
Since it seems everyone wants to be lesbian.
Even those who say they 'aren't' gay!
They just want it strickly on the bottom!
Caring less who tops as a preference.

'And...
You didn't hear that from me.
In case you're in the mood...
For some steamy gossip!
Just keep my name out of it,
And you and I will stay alright!
Aiight?
Later! '