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Elections Have Consequences

I am fabricating buttons,
They are free for everybody,
They will say 'US is Shoddy',
Over here you're just Nobody,
Finished, 'au revoir' Finito.

poem by Sandra Feldman
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Nuovo, Meraviglioso Amico

Hello little friend
Ti credevo una storia finita
E invece hey
Proprio quando non t'aspettavo
Tu,
E una canzone nuova
Nasce gi
Sei qui per me o ti sentivi solo
Per me eh?
Oh ti credevo per assopito
Hey nuovo meraviglioso amico
Oh mi hanno detto che eri finito
E invece no
Ma dimmi di s
Devi darmi una mano, stavolta
E' andata cos
Era proprio una brutta vita
S
Compagno d'avventura
E di guai
Oh no, nessuna resa ancora
Per noi
Oh ti credevo per assopito
Hey nuovo meraviglioso amico
Oh mi hanno detto che eri finito
E invece no
E invece no
Sei una canzone nuova
Crescerai
Saremo un coro, prova e vedrai
Oh oh oh...
Oh che la musica prende fuoco
Hey nuovo meraviglioso amico
Oh mi hanno detto che eri finito
E invece no
Oh little friend

song performed by by Zucchero
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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If most of us are ashamed of shabby clothes and shoddy furniture, let us be more ashamed of shabby ideas and shoddy philosophies.

quote by Albert Einstein
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An Old-Fashioned Garden

Strange, is it not? She was making her garden,
Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day—
Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons—
Spreading the seeds in the old-fashioned way.

Just in the old fashioned way, too, our quarrel
Grew until, angrily, she set me free—
Planting, indeed, bleeding hearts for the two of us,—
Ordaining bachelor’s buttons for me.

Envoi

Strange, was it not? But seeds planted in anger
Sour in the earth and, ere long, a decay
Withered the bleeding hearts, blighted the buttons,
And—we were wed—in the old-fashioned way.

poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Little Green Buttons

The honeymoon ended a decade ago,
If he still loves her he don't say so,
So she's taking her blues to the House af Tattoos,
Getting little green buttons on her birthday suit.
Little green buttons all in a row
From her face to the place they ain't never gonna slow.
Might sound crazy but they sure look cute,
Those little green buttons on her birthday suit.
She had supper in the oven when he came home,
Now he's snoring on the sofa to the Late, Late Show.
It was ten days later before he knew
'Bout those little green buttons on her birthday suit.
But now she's living in a house of love,
She's got his attention, he can't get enough
He spends every evening trying to undo
The little green buttons on her birthday suit.

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils

Theres too many people
Planning your downfall
When your spirits on trial
These nights can be frightening
Sleep transports sadness
To some other mid-brain
And somebody here
Will not be here next year
So you stand by the board
Full of fear and intention
And, if you think that theyre listening
Well, youve got to be joking
Oh, you understand change
And you think its essential
But when your profession
Is humiliation
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
Mucus on your collar
A nail up through the staff chair
A blade in your soap
And you cry into your pillow
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Say the wrong word to our children ...
Well have you, oh yes, well have you
Lay a hand on our children
And its never too late to have you
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
To be finished would be a relief
Im very glad the spring has come
The sun shines out so bright
All the birds that are on the trees
Are singing for delight

song performed by by Morrissey
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It usually takes two people a little while to learn where the funny buttons are and testy buttons are.

quote by Matt Lauer
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Festa Major de Gracia
buttons buttons everywhere
never button up our creativity

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Are My Poems Finished/ And I Finished With Them?

ARE MY POEMS FINISHED/ AND I FINISHED WITH THEM?

Are my poems finished
And I finished with them?

Each day has a beauty of its own
Light, wind, trees, colors, flowers.

All I see
The cracks in the grey pavement before me.

The cool cool wind at my back
The prayer ahead.

Even this poem is not properly finished

And I a fool racing and rushing
Through another
Again and again and again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The programme has ended, something has finished, and he has a sense of something having finished its course, and then all of a sudden he turns away and this other thing has just finished its course, this other person.

quote by Atom Egoyan
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Buttons

I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office.
Buttons—red and yellow buttons—blue and black buttons—are shoved back and forth across the map.

A laughing young man, sunny with freckles,
Climbs a ladder, yells a joke to somebody in the crowd,
And then fixes a yellow button one inch west
And follows the yellow button with a black button one inch west.

(Ten thousand men and boys twist on their bodies in a red soak along a river edge,
Gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling death in their throats.)
Who would guess what it cost to move two buttons one inch on the war map here in front of the newspaper office where the freckle-faced young man is laughing to us?

poem by Carl Sandburg
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Crafty Politicians

i hate crafty politician
they turn nice young men
and women into animals
fabricating one reason for them
to live but stealing ten from them

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Flying

(rod stewart, ron wood, ronnie lane)
Im flying across the ocean
And Im soaring back home
To the place I was born and probably raised.
And Im flying across the mountains and valleys,
Back home to the one that I love so happily.
Can ya blame me for feeling homesick
cause Ive been away such a very long long time ?
I served a while in the county jail, five years for
For bein hungry tired and poor, I got worried so.
On and on this I will follow with your buttons and bows.
On and on this I will follow, all alone,
You know I will follow with your buttons and bows,
With your buttons and your bows.
On and on Im flying across the ocean, going home.
Im flying across the ocean
Goin home, hoo hoo

song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.

quote by Zelda
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The fundamental point in fabricating a chain reacting machine is of course to see to it that each fission produces a certain number of neutrons and some of these neutrons will again produce fission.

quote by Enrico Fermi
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No, finito. Don't stay in the past. It's like playing tennis. If you win a match, you're not going to stay. You have to go to the next tournament. You're not going to come saying "I won the match, I'm the best." No, again on the courts and play. That's the life. It's like you. One article is not the same, so you have to write another one and another challenge. That's life.

quote by Jean Reno
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