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Broken-hearted Brunette

She waits for the politician
Who promised that he marries a woman with brown hair.
But after the election he became a minister.
He exchanged rings with a Blond.
She threw away the birthday gift
The mouth-organ he gave the other day
And she cursed him; ' Next time you lose your seat booby.'

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Famous Polka

The famous person wears the same size water skis as me
Shes got three cars, as many years Ive lived in this city
Her hair is blond and mine is brown, they both start with a b
But when the phone inside her rib cage rings its not for me
But when the phone inside her rib cage rings its not for me
Hey

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Brown Angel

you see me
run and play
you see me
laugh and cry
but there is one place
your never see me
and i don't know why?

you see jonbenet
a tiny blond girl
who died that christmas day
her skin pale
you see her all the time
you gave her
her justice so where is mine

you see my skin
not white
but brown
you turn away
without a frown
for you never see me on tv
the only one you will see
is the kids
not like me

you see
i've died
of a horrible death
i've been raped
and beatened to death
but never once was i on
the tv and news

my face is not familiar
like samantha and jonbenet
who you see everyday
i walked alone
in this world so cold
no justice for me
my sister
and family
cause i'm brown
not white with blond hair

you see me
run and play
you see me laugh and cry
but you never once
saw me on tv
and now i know why

by: crystal sonier
age: 15

poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Wish List (votes for sale)

It’s election time again
Picture postcards in the mail
Election time again
On every campaign trail
Election time, election time, election time

It’s election time,
A photo opportunity everywhere
Yes election time,
Cleaner streets and cleaner air,
Election time, election time, election time

In every seat across the nation
Never seen so much enthusiasm
So many nice people wanting to shake my hand
Tell me they’ll do all they can
To fill my wish list

It’s election time,
And they’re all promising to do more
Yes election time
Than they did before
Election time, election time, election time

I’d love to have a house by the sea
Handpick my neighbors to suit me
Drive a car on my own road
Free education for young and old
A health system that doesn’t tear at the seems
Throw in world peace by two thirteen (2013)

It’s election time
Picture postcards in the mail
Election time
On every campaign trail
Election time, election time, election time

The future for our children, may hold a little pain
But who’ll bite the bullet, come election time
Election time, election time, election time

poem by Colin Coplin
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One Of My Happiest Days

father and mother that time
split
like a bamboo unable to take
the sway anymore of the
wind's selfish dance

and you sister
remembered my birthday and
you gave me this gift:

a brown sweatshirt inside
a brown box
wrapped with brown manila paper

cool earth i touched, the place where all my roots are
and you are there as i poured it with tears

not the sad ones my dear sister
but tears of joy for your kind remembering

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sour Grapes

He could not even hold on to his Parliamentary seat
And just like Paul Keating before him he cannot accept his defeat
Johnny Howard is now an ex politician yet in defeat one without grace
By his attacking of former opponents he is trying to save face
On his huge retirement pension he is not satisfied
Like Keating he suffers of the syndrome known as dented pride
With him 'tis 'sour grapes' and 'twould seem fair to say
Just like a bad smell he just won't go away
Defeat must be shattering to his self esteem
But he has conned himself into believing he is still Australia's Prime Minister that's how it does seem
That he lost his seat and the Election he cannot accept or believe
And only the very conservative his political exit did grieve
All fair minded Australians of him retain bad memories
As the one who for to cling to power demonized poor boat refugees.

poem by Francis Duggan
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The Bells Of St. Marys

Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
He used to play mouth organ
In a folk club they called the lady jane
All the sounds as his friends and he would holler
Songs of love and songs of pain
There wasn't much that he could use his time for
So he used to practice everyday
And play the mouth organ the blues and hard luck
Someday soon i'm gonna break away
He used to listen to the bells of st marys
As they would echo through those early days
And sometimes even now he thinks that he still hears them
Although they're but a thousand miles away
And so he came into this crazy business
And do you know the stars all fell his way
And he became another rock and roll troubador
And threw the mouth organ far away
And so he listens to the bells of st marys
And so their echo haunts him every day
So clear that he could reach out and touch them
Although they're but a thousand miles away
Although they're but a thousand miles away

song performed by by Leo Sayer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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