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There once was a boy named Gary Napp
And Gary Napp was obsessed with rap
Day in, day out he'd be on his computer
Listenin' to Biggie, Nas, and Rick the Ruler
'Thinkin' one day I'll be a fly MC,
And everyone will want to listen to me.'
He worked on his lyric game day and night
But one day lil Gary got into a fight
Some punk teenager tried to clown his flavor
Gary swung on him and the dude pulled out a razor
The kid urged Gary to keep on swingin'
But Gary knew his life was more important than winnin'
Gary turned around and he started headin' home
The kid pulled out a nine and shot Gary in the dome
The punk teenager threw down the murder weapon
Heard the cops comin' so he started steppin'
The kid got away and was never put to trial
And ended up killin' himself after a while
He couldn't contain his feelings anymore
Couldn't do anything right, he was torn
But up above, Gary Napp forgave the kid
Rest in peace the greatest MC who never lived

poem by Garrett Bradley
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Well, everybody is trying to make this a money thing. If you send me to another team, let's see what I ask for. I won't ask for nothing. I'll play under the same terms. So it is not Gary wants more money. Gary has money. What else do I need?

quote by Gary Sheffield
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I Like To Write Like Gary Soto

well, today, i like to write like
gary soto and his cotton lines
the man next door with a hoe
and ticket and dream of food
and little children on his lap
in his home after hours of
work under some masters

i like to write like gary soto
on his hitchhike to san francisco
with the migratory birds and
the waters from the danals
dragging him to a richer town

but it is so sad, i can't be gary
or any other sordid soto,
i guess i may not be so dumb
but i am not that smart either.

so i will just be me trying this
kind of experimental poetry.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There must have been something in the air of Gary that led one into economics: the first Nobel Prize winner, Paul Samuelson, was also from Gary, as were several other distinguished economists.

quote by Joseph E. Stiglitz
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Gusto Nako Mahimo Kong Gary Soto

gusto nakong mosulat sama kang gary soto
kanang mora kog trabahante nga gadala anang
pala og piko kanang gakandos sa yuta og dayog
pangagho, kanang gahandom kos bulad nga sud-an
og humot kaayo nga mais nga luto og dayon og
inom sa bugnaw kaayong tubig gikan sa atabay,

gusto kong moadto sa uma og mosimhot sa mga
bulak sa iyang mga gapas, gusto nakong makita
ang iyang giingon nga pula kaayo nga adlaw nga
iyang gikumkom sa iyang palad, ganahan ko nga
mahimo kong gary soto, magtindog nga gary soto,
og molingkod nga gary soto, og modagan nga gary
soto, og moambak na gary soto, kadtong mokuyog
sa mga langgam nga namakwit paingon sa San
Francisco, kanang mora kog tubig sa kanal nga
mikuyog sa pagdagan sa hangin paingon sa mga
lugar nga dagko og sweldo ang hago nga trabaho,

apan dili man gyod nako makaya si gary soto,
mas nindot man gayod ang pagsulat ni gary
sa iyang mga pangagho, sa iyang mga kahiubos
og pagpalutos: dili gayod ako mahimong gary
soto, mao nga ako ania, mao lang gihapon sa
akong pagkaako niining akong mga balak sa
pag-eksperimento. Sagdi na lang, basin puhon
maawat ko ra si gary soto sa iyang pagkamaldito

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is one question that I don't think Gary Condit can answer, and that I think is why we all aimed at Gary Condit, besides the fact that he has a relationship.

quote by Barbara Olson
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Unknown And Hostile

Can you feel it
This killing obsession
You know we're coming, you know we're coming
Can you feel it
We're the exhibition
Unknown and hostile we breath for you
Can you feel it
We're the new obsession
Can you feel it
We're the new disease.
You won't like it
Images of lovers
I don't need it, I don't need it
You won't like it
We believe in nothing
I don't remember did God retire
You won't like it
We're the new religion
You won't like it
We're the new disease.
Can you feel it
Can you feel it
You won't like it
We're the new religion
You won't like it
We're the new disease
You won't like it
We're the new obsession
You won't like it
We're the new disease.
GARY NUMAN........ vocals, keyboards, guitar.
MIKE SMITH........ keyboards.
IAN HERRON........ drum programming.
DICK MORRISSEY.... saxaphone.
RRUSSELL BELL..... guitar.
TESSA NILES....... vocals.
MUSIC............. GARY NUMAN
LYRICS............ GARY NUMAN
PRODUCED.......... GARY NUMAN, THE WAVETEAM.

song performed by by Gary Numan
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Gary The Nudibranch

Gary was a nudibranch
The apple of my eye
I bought him at the Reef Shop
For nineteen ninety five
I loved my little flatworm
He was slimy
He was blue
He'd speak to me of dreams he had
And where they'd lead him to
I told him not to worry
Or think about those things
I'd bought another nudibranch
That waited in the wings
But Gary wasn't interested
He'd better things to do
Than making baby nudibranchs
With thirty gallon views
He held me in his confidence
One dark and stormy night
When the filament of halogen
Burned out on his tank light
He'd never pleased his father
Causing him something to prove
So he'd gone and got his license
Beauty operator school!
And even though the customers
Came pouring in his shop
He felt he wasn't good enough
To ever measure up
And soon I saw my Gary
Turning angry and depressed
He started drinking gin
Sleeping around
He was a mess!
I felt really, really sorry
I felt really, really sad
It seemed like there was nothing
I could do or that I had
To make him feel much better
He was like a worn out shoe
When one day he took his life
Upon the intake filter tube

poem by Sara Fielder
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Reminding Me of My Blessings

Thank you for reminding me,
Of my blessings.
Thank you for stopping,
My flow of complaints.
And restraining me...
When they came to contain with anger,
I felt!
God is in my life.
There to make things right for me!
What more could I ask for?
When so many aren't sure...
With questions that confuse!
I have no barriars...
I can not without Him,
Remove!
Thank you for reminding me...
Of 'What' and 'Who' I have chosen,
To choose!
And allowing myself to become upset,
By 'things' I can refuse!

Dedicated to:
Gary Gamble
Hartford, Connecticut

'Thanking you, Gary...for walking away
and leaving me with that thought today! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gary Speed

Glory came early as did fame.
to Gary Speed there on the pitch.
Cheers he heard from adoring crowds
among the elite he found his niche.
With time’s passage he lost a step
even if he felt the same
but as he ran he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.

He coached to stay around the game.
After the cheers for him had faded
A friendly face, a familiar name
but as he coached he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game.

For many, Gary was an icon,
a living legend of the game.
They failed to see the mortal man
with silence weighting on his frame
As he tied the rope he thought he saw
an old man’s shadow
in a young man’s game

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Holly Go Round

I had given up on Holly, since the time,
(When rather jolly) , she had
Leapt between the covers of
My friend, Rick Barnard's bed.
She had been apologetic, had
Been feeling quite splenetic, could
I 'just ignore, forget it? '
I won't tell you what I said!

So she went to live with Harry,
Then I heard she'd married Gary,
But was playing up with Larry,
How the rumours seemed to grow!
I'd begun to favour Mitsy, who
It's true, was often tipsy,
And was too much of a gypsy, so
I had to let her go.

Then this Gary came to see me
And he sat there, not too near me
As he'd heard I could be vengeful
Over women, as you know.
And he knew I'd been with Holly
So he said that he was sorry,
But she'd thrown herself upon him
And she wouldn't let him go!

So I sat and said, 'What is it?
To what purpose is your visit,
You have won the girl I wanted
And there's nothing I can do!
But his face grew ill, and crumbled,
As his words began to stumble…
'I might have a proposition that
Could just appeal to you! '

Then quietly, I listened
To the plot that he had christened,
And I must admit my jaw had dropped
As he began to wail;
'I've made mistakes a-plenty
In my life, well over twenty,
But I have to make it up to you -
So Holly's up for sale! '

'I've put her on the market
To the highest bidding target,
And I knew you'd want to bid for her
And she would like it too,
But she knows I'm not a kidder
When I said, 'the highest bidder...
Well, she cried, and said she'd do it,
But she's hoping that it's you! '

'Well, I'll need to see the package,
Check the goods for extra baggage,
For remorse, of course, and saggage, '
I began, 'but here's the crunch!
She will have to tend my garden,
Wash my feet, and be most ardent,
Keeping only to my bed, and with
Her mouth shut, for a month! '

He knew the game was up, and that
With Holly, he was stuck!
She was playing up with Roly
By the middle of that year,
And the quads were Rick and Harry,
And a little one called Larry,
But with no sign of a Gary,
Little Roly was a girl!

poem by David Lewis Paget
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I'd been a Bowie fan before punk and used to get no end of trouble. I was always getting knocked about and having to run up the street, getting chased by people. It was horrible.

quote by Gary Numan
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And I used to go the punk clubs such as a gay club in Poland Street that everyone would go to because it was the only place you could go to looking like that without getting beaten senseless.

quote by Gary Numan
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When I was in Van Halen I was hitting notes that were out of my range. I never went for those registers before until Eddie pulled it out of me.

quote by Gary Cherone
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Joy Comes In The Morning

JOY COMES IN THE MORNING

I could not see for the tears
Flowing down my face
As I thought of His unfailing love
What amazing grace.
I wept for Him but a moment
And then my tears were dry
For joy came in the morning
When my Saviour heard my cry.

Joy came in the morning
When the Saviour heard my cry
Weeping endureth but for a moment
Now I live with Him inside.
I'll tell the world this is not secret
But let this truth be known
Joy comes in the morning
With Jesus on the throne.

I've found true satisfaction
He's everything I need
He is my Bread, my Water
My Living Head indeed
The paths of sin are weary
Now step into the Light
Trust in this sinners' Saviour
Find in Him new life.

Copyright Gary James Smith
Feb.9,2010 @ 4: 00 a.m.

poem by Gary James Smith
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I started a theater called Steppenwolf. We've been very supportive of the veterans there.

quote by Gary Sinise
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We sat around and I fed them barbecue and whiskey. And pretty soon everyone started to compete with each other on the guitars. It seemed the more everyone drank and ate, the more everyone got into it.

quote by Gary Allan
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I started Michael years ago. I saw him in Gary, Indiana, and we'd have him on the talent shows. He kind of emulated me, and did the best he could.

quote by James Brown
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I still like to listen to the people that I came of age on.

quote by Gary Cole
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I've traveled more than any human being who's ever lived.

quote by Gary Player
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I got obsessed with classical music, I got obsessed with Chopin, with playing the piano.

quote by Gary Oldman
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