I have only one superstition. I touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
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I have only one superstition... Touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
quote by George Herman
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I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.
quote by Mickey Mantle
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The superstition defined
To believe in God is not superstition.
To belief God is superstition.
To believe that your penance and sacrifice
Would bring you fortune or relief
And that you are rescued is superstition.
29.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Superstition? Who can define the boundary line between the superstition of yesterday and the scientific fact of tomorrow?
quote by Garrett Fort
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Measles
Superstition
And superstition
Aggravate situation.
And measles
Claimed four.
Take clean pure
Water air
Involve yourself
Get relief and
Enjoy that is yours.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Events at home, at work, in the street - these are the bases for a story.
quote by Naguib Mahfouz
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Hit a home run - put your head down, drop the bat, run around the bases, because the name on the front is more - a lot more important than the name on the back.
quote by Ryne Sandberg
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Superstition
Written by: stevie wonder
Very superstitious
Writing's on the wall
Very superstitious
Ladder's about to fall
Thirteen-month-old baby
Broke the looking glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious
Wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problems
Do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream
Keep me going strong
You don't want to save me
Sad is my song
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Very superstitious
Nothing more to say
Very superstitious
Devil's on his way
Thirteen-month-old baby
Broke the looking glass
Seven years of bad luck
Good things in your past
If you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way
Superstition ain't the way...
Superstition ain't the way...
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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In fact men will fight for a superstition quite as quickly as for a living truth - often more so, since a superstition is so intangible you cannot get at it to refute it, but truth is a point of view, and so is changeable.
Personally, in my home, the district in central New York, the Air National Guard base, not 5 years ago, the commandant came through and said, This is one of the sorriest looking bases I have ever seen.
Analysis Of Baseball
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn’t
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.
Bat waits
for ball
to mate.
Ball hates
to take bat’s
bait. Ball
flirts, bat’s
late, don’t
keep the date.
Ball goes in
(thwack) to mitt,
and goes out
(thwack) back
to mitt.
Ball fits
mitt, but
not all
the time.
Sometimes
ball gets hit
(pow) when bat
meets it,
and sails
to a place
where mitt
has to quit
in disgrace.
That’s about
the bases
loaded,
about 40,000
fans exploded.
It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
the mitt,
the bases
and the fans.
It’s done
on a diamond,
and for fun.
It’s about
home, and it’s
about run.
poem by May Swenson
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Heights
We fly to heights;
then sink to depths.
Like birds that fly in the sky;
but pick their feeds from earth.
Like plains that travel in the air;
but gather passengers from the ground.
Like great mountains, towering in glory,
but are founded on their bases.
Great men are small!
They bow to wash others feet,
they get their hands dirty,
to clean up the mess.
The greatest things on earth are small
But there are no mountains without bases
And no wave fails to see the shores
No bird feeds in the air
Heights are sweet but we soon come back home
The greatest imperfection lies in heights
The only temptations come from pride
There’s no warmth in heights
We strive for heights but fall to depths
Heights are never real.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The only foes that threaten America are the enemies at home, and these are ignorance, superstition and incompetence.
quote by Elbert Hubbard
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Atheism leaves a man to sense, to philosophy, to natural piety, to laws, to reputation, all which may be guides to an outward moral virtue, though religion were not but superstition dismounts all these, and erects an absolute monarchy in the minds of men...the master of superstition is the people and arguments are fitted to practice, in a reverse order.
quote by Francis Bacon
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The Love That I've Lost
Seems I'm standin' on the edge of time
Walked away when your love was mine
Now I've a feeling nothing gained, something lost.
I've made mistakes and it's no disgrace
The final page just can't erase
I'll ride this storm out
Cause maybe, maybe I was wrong.
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
Time has changed me, I hope you'll see.
Another way to bring your love to me
I'm like the hero, from a broken dream.
Even now lookin' back on my past
Could have loved you, could of made it last.
I'll ride this storm out cause maybe, maybe I was wrong.
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
LEAD BREAK
Is it just my superstition?
To think I need you to carry on.
Or call it maybe just my intuition,
Cause there's nothing gained,
From the love that I've lost.
It's just my superstition
Or call it intuition
It's your love that I've lost
It's your love that I've lost
You're what I've lost
song performed by by 38 Special
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Home Is Where The Heart Is
(words & music by edwards - david)
Home is where the heart is
And my heart is anywhere you are
Anywhere you are is home
I dont need a mansion on a hill
That overlooks the sea
Anywhere youre with me is home
Maybe Im a rolling stone
Who wont amount to much
But everything that I hold dear
Is close enough to touch
For home is where the heart is
And my heart is anywhere you are
Anywhere you are is home
Maybe Im a rolling stone
Who wont amount to much
But everything that I hold dear
Is close enough to touch
For home is where the heart is
And my heart is anywhere you are
Anywhere you are is home
Home, home, home, home, home
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I always ask two questions: How many countries have military bases in the United States? And in how many countries does the United States not have military bases?
quote by Jose Saramago
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Mother's Goodbye.
A stare of blindness,
A touch of prayer,
A cast of silence,
You’re no longer there,
A mother’s touch,
A heart of gold,
A mind of secrets,
None you told,
A home you made,
A home for all,
A home that’s safe,
The home did fall,
A mother is gone,
An angel is born,
A memory has left,
Her children torn,
A love has not stopped,
A love is still here,
A love is forever,
Her love is near.
poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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Greeen Green Grass Of Home
The old home town looks the same,
As I step down from the train
And there to greet me is my mamma and my poppa
Down the road I look, and there runs Mary,
Hair of gold, lips like cherries,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, Arms a-reachin', smilin' sweetly,
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standin,'Though the paint is cracked and dry
And there's that old oak tree, That I used to play on.
Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me,
At the four gray walls that surround me,
And I realize .Yes I was only dreaming,
For there's a guard and a sad old padre,
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak,
And at last I'll touch the green green grass of home
song performed by by Tom Jones
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