Mice versus rats
I'm not for spending money or traveling abroad, but when I opened
the drawer, at the bottom of my desk, it was full of tiny mice, nesting
on my check- book, since I hadn't opened for years; they had eaten
my passport too, and a couple of poems I thought were too racy to be
published.22 mice smaller than a baby's thumb confused in the glare
of light the creatures thought my fingers were other mice when I tried
to retrieve my check book- and out of date my passport.
Closed the drawer to the mice's delight, thought it had been a deviation,
got hold of a tin bucket opened the drawer again and put them all in there,
yes, even the babies- there are times in life when one can show no mercy-
my intention was to drown them, but could not, their struggle to climb up
the bucket must be honored. At night I let them free on the sandy lane.
When I opened the drawer next day a big rat sat there, bit my finger it had
stolen my credit card…. Now, how do you explain that to a bank manager?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Maria's Lullaby
An extract from a poem written for my grandchildren to Brahms Lullaby
Sleep; little mice sleep
Mother will watch over you
Shut your eyes and don't peek
Tomorrow the skies will be blue
Sleep; little mice sleep.
Sleep; little mice sleep
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When the day dawns it will appear
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Bed Stand Drawer
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When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate ---
You can hear the footfall
Softly in the back yard.
And the black jack is called
Face up on the last card.
Youd better call your witness
In your dirty business.
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Better run while you can ---
Better set the tall sail.
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed.
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After its left the station.
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in the door latch opened,
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poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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What can you tell me of reality?
I'm only woman... not just a Fantasy
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Hey Romeo, j-j-j-just let get go
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Every woman's a Madonna; every woman's a whore
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cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore
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I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
You can try to reduce me but I'm so much more
I don't want to be your mother; won't be shoved in a drawer
cause every woman's a Madonna, every woman's a whore, that's right
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Bucket T
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Found her in a barn in tennessee
I paid five bucks for my bucket t
Took me three years of sweat and blood
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My bucket t (bucket t)
Bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
T t t... bucket bucket bucket...
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[chorus]
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Theres nothing on the freeway she dont pass
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But theres only one seat in my bucket t
[chorus]
song performed by by Who
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Of Mice And Men
The fire burns on
and all that drives me on
till all is gone except
the simple plans of mice and men
Back when I was just 17
I thought that I knew everything
I could make it in this scene
To be a rising star that only gleamed
When all the answers disagreed
With the questions held for me
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I knew the way the world should run
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Looked for friends but I found none
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and all that drives me on
till all is gone except
the simple plans of mice and men
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That I was even half alive
somehow I managed to survive
I found my bodys' doing time
In my back a hundred knives
All from my friends at 25
And now as Gabriel sounds my warning bell
I'd buy your life if you would sell
and you would too if less compelled
So live your life and live it well
Theres not much left of me to tell
I just got back up each time I fell
The fire burns on
and all that drives me on
till all is gone except
the simple plans of mice and men
The fire burns on
and all that drives me on
till all is gone except
the simple plans of mice and men
song performed by by Megadeth
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You Opened Up My Eyes
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
I wake up early morning, I lay down with the sun
You make me feel my life has just begun
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
A feeling, oh so warm now, burnin in my heart
Keepin me and chasin out the dark
A long long road behind me, and a longer road ahead
Remembering the things weve done and said
You gave to me, everything that I could see
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes, ooh
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes
Yyou opened up my eyes
All my life, all my life, all my life
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
song performed by by April Wine
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