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Calculating how much carbon is absorbed by which forests and farms is a tricky task, especially when politicians do it.

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It's Tricky

This beat is my recital
I think it's very vital
To rock a rhyme
That's right on time
It's tricky tricky yo here we go

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

It's tricky to rock a rhyme
To rock a rhyme that's right on time
It's tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky tricky

I met this little girlie

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Apocalypse

Volcanic aerosols tend to block the needed sunlight
And contribute to short term cooling, but it's not perfect.
Volcanoes emit carbon dioxide, which is not alright..
It's a greenhouse gas, which has a warming effect.

Moreover, its level is already more higher than usual
And it determines to increase the global temperature.
When temperatures become warmer, it's not normal,
And carbon is released from the oceans., for sure.

The volume of this gas has increased, exceeding
The thirty five percent in the last three hundred years.
This increase is due to human being induced burning
]From fossil fuels, deforestation and industry, with no fears.

Carbon dioxide is an important greenhouse gas.
The human caused an increase in its concentration
And the atmosphere has strengthened the greenhouse
Effect, contributing to global warming without salvation.

Carbon dioxide is also naturally exchanged between
The air and life through the processes of photosynthesis.
The respiration of organism and levels of ozone have been
Decreasing due to the buildup of human chlorofluorocarbons.

Scientists have noticed the development of severe large holes
In the ozone layer very dramatically and it's not very strange
That they have noticed the plate tectonics movements and volcanoes
Eruption, the carbon cycle having a major effect on the climate change.

The stages of Snowball Earth are an example of this imbalances.
The effects snowball earth is characterized by large areas of glaciation,
Were they countered when volcanic activity and tectonic forces
Allowed carbon dioxide to build up big further concentrations.

The plate tectonics, through the formation of volcanoes with their action
Works with the carbon cycle, it is the tectonic forces which release
Carbon through degassing and entrap carbon during subduction.
This relationship has occurred most in the break up and increase

The formation of continents having on climate the resulting effect.
The breakup of Pangea left many small continents so scattered
On the globe and the broken land became surrounded by suspect
Sources of moisture and carbon dioxide is taken by rainfall, so red,

Out of the air, making the erosion and weathering of continental rocks
To occur at a faster rate and this, in turn, reduces the amount of carbon
Dioxide in the atmosphere resulting in a fall of temperature, which blocks

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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Through the eyes of a Field Coronet (Epic)

Introduction

In the kaki coloured tent in Umbilo he writes
his life’s story while women, children and babies are dying,
slowly but surely are obliterated, he see how his nation is suffering
while the events are notched into his mind.

Lying even heavier on him is the treason
of some other Afrikaners who for own gain
have delivered him, to imprisonment in this place of hatred
and thoughts go through him to write a book.

Prologue

The Afrikaner nation sprouted
from Dutchmen,
who fought decades without defeat
against the super power Spain

mixed with French Huguenots
who left their homes and belongings,
with the revocation of the Edict of Nantes.
Associate this then with the fact

that these people fought formidable
for seven generations
against every onslaught that they got
from savages en wild animals

becoming marksmen, riding
and taming wild horses
with one bullet per day
to hunt a wild antelope,

who migrated right across the country
over hills in mass protest
and then you have
the most formidable adversary
and then let them fight

in a natural wilderness
where the hunter,
the sniper and horseman excels
and any enemy is at a lost.

Let them then also be patriotic
into their souls,
believe in and read
out of the word of God

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Blue Lines

Tricky
You can be with the one you love or love the one youre with
Spliff in the ashtray-were strong but far too little
Her touch tickles, especially when shes gentle
But I dont hear words cos I saw the instrumental
Keep the girl at a distance, moves are very hazy
No sunshine in my life the way I deal is shady
3d
Skip hip data to get the anti-matter
Blue lines are the reason why the temple had to shatter
To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass
Her face is on the paper not the strangers that I pass
The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me
Daddy g
Are you predator or do you fear me
3d
You wanna do a medicinal
The place I really wanna go
The one I love but never gets near me
Tricky
Its a beautiful day, well it seems as such
Beautiful thoughts means I dream too much
Even if I told you, you still would not know me
Tricky never does, adrian also gets lonely
How we live in this existence, just be
English upbringing, background carribean
3d
Sharing a soliliquy
We cut the vocal drop the flexibility
Walk a temper cause Im rated comatose
No sunshine in my life cos the way I deal is hazy
Life from day to dazey cos Im on my toes
Mickey Im a 3dsey sign away glazey
Tricky
Its a looking glass shes looking through
She hated me, but then she loved me too
Id lie not try so I lost faith
They turn to her to keep the faith
She told me take an occupation or you lose your mind
And on a 9 to 5 lemon, looking for the lime
3d
Box clever, watch your sister come together
Crazy weather at the end of my tether
Daddy g
Massive in the area, murderer
Attack are in the area, murderer
3d
Some go softly softly when I have a tat
Ratchet in the right hand
They got the one to stab it at

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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

PART THE FIRST

I

In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre
Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,
Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,
Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates
Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward
Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains
Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic
Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended
There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.
Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Another Tricky Day

You cant always get it
You cant always get it
When you really want it
When you really want it
You cant always get it at all
You cant always get it at all
Just because theres space
Just because theres space
In your life its a waste
In your life its a waste
To spend your time why dont you wait for the call
To spend your time why dont you wait for the call
(just gotta get used to it)
(just gotta get used to it)
We all get it in the end
We all get it in the end
(just gotta get used to it)
(just gotta get used to it)
We go down and we come up again
We go down and we come up again
(just gotta get used to it)
(just gotta get used to it)
You irritate me my friend
You irritate me my friend
(this is no social crisis)
(this is no social crisis)
This is you having fun
This is you having fun
(no crisis)
(no crisis)
Getting burned by the sun
Getting burned by the sun
(this is true)
(this is true)
This is no social crisis
This is no social crisis
Just another tricky day for you
Just another tricky day for you
You can always get higher
You can always get higher
Just because you aspire
Just because you aspire
You could expire even knowing.
You could expire even knowing.
Dont push the hands
Dont push the hands
Just hang on to the band
Just hang on to the band
You can dance while your knowledge is growing
You can dance while your knowledge is growing

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Pharsalia - Book IX: Cato

Yet in those ashes on the Pharian shore,
In that small heap of dust, was not confined
So great a shade; but from the limbs half burnt
And narrow cell sprang forth and sought the sky
Where dwells the Thunderer. Black the space of air
Upreaching to the poles that bear on high
The constellations in their nightly round;
There 'twixt the orbit of the moon and earth
Abide those lofty spirits, half divine,
Who by their blameless lives and fire of soul
Are fit to tolerate the pure expanse
That bounds the lower ether: there shall dwell,
Where nor the monument encased in gold,
Nor richest incense, shall suffice to bring
The buried dead, in union with the spheres,
Pompeius' spirit. When with heavenly light
His soul was filled, first on the wandering stars
And fixed orbs he bent his wondering gaze;
Then saw what darkness veils our earthly day
And scorned the insults heaped upon his corse.
Next o'er Emathian plains he winged his flight,
And ruthless Caesar's standards, and the fleet
Tossed on the deep: in Brutus' blameless breast
Tarried awhile, and roused his angered soul
To reap the vengeance; last possessed the mind
Of haughty Cato.

He while yet the scales
Were poised and balanced, nor the war had given
The world its master, hating both the chiefs,
Had followed Magnus for the Senate's cause
And for his country: since Pharsalia's field
Ran red with carnage, now was all his heart
Bound to Pompeius. Rome in him received
Her guardian; a people's trembling limbs
He cherished with new hope and weapons gave
Back to the craven hands that cast them forth.
Nor yet for empire did he wage the war
Nor fearing slavery: nor in arms achieved
Aught for himself: freedom, since Magnus fell,
The aim of all his host. And lest the foe
In rapid course triumphant should collect
His scattered bands, he sought Corcyra's gulfs
Concealed, and thence in ships unnumbered bore
The fragments of the ruin wrought in Thrace.
Who in such mighty armament had thought
A routed army sailed upon the main
Thronging the sea with keels? Round Malea's cape
And Taenarus open to the shades below
And fair Cythera's isle, th' advancing fleet

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poem by Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
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Carbon Sinks

I think that I shall never see
a better Carbon Sink than M.I.T.’s

It helps keep green house gas at bay
By sequestering it away

The Carbon Sink works like a tree
but does it more efficiently

When trees in wintertime are bare
The Carbon Sink still cleans the air

And trees can yield up carbon once again
When Forest fires make them burn

Poems are made by fools like me
But Carbon Sinks are made by M.I.T

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Carbon, carbon, carbon.

Diamond is nothing but carbon
All organs are made of carbon.
Organisms’ food is carbon.
Carbon burns to give out carbon
15.04.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Save Forests and Rare Species

The Franklin forests are extinct;
These trees of beauty are now rare;
No more are they found in the wild;
Their fragrant flowers tempt a child!

Last seen in 18 zero3,
By Altamaha river-side –
A deciduous tree or shrub,
It grows upto a twenty feet.

With leaves that change color by fall,
Its snow-white flowers are showy;
With golden yellow stamens free,
It is now grown in pots from seeds!

But nothing like the forests wild
Of Franklin trees that grew on own;
You could not find a path through them –
Home to wild animals many.

How Nature rears a forest dense!
–The secrets, no man deciphers;
The way they flourish in the wild,
No gardener can do like-wise!

As man destroys more forest trees,
For want of newer farming land,
Wild wondrous trees then cease to be,
And other species vanish too.

Deforestation is a crime
That has gone uncontrolled with time;
Rare species of trees, shrubs and beasts
Have been effaced from earth with ease.

The earth has lesser green cover!
’Tis growing bald, much more each day,
As forest trees are felled for wood,
At rates more than we ever should.

World’s rain-forests are turning scarce –
A cause of global-warming fast;
Landslides and floods are dangers new;
More species turn something of past!

Trees extract carbon-dioxide,
And make the air less polluted;
Wild beasts are on the rampage when
Their forest habitats are gone.

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A Poem Especially For You

I write this poem,
Especially for you.
Hope you like it too.

I love this poem,
Hope you love it too,
Especially for you.

I love you so much that,
I Dream of you every night,
Especially be with you.

I write this poem,
Especially for you,
To remember your loving smile.

Give me your smile,
Give me your cheerful face,
Give me your Laughter.

Only this poem can,
Take your heart away.
Especially made for you.

I say this poem,
Especially designed for you,
In remembrance of our True friendship.

In this moment of life,
I share this poem
Especially with you.

In this precious memory,
I want you to know that,
I forever love you.

To say the right words,
At the right time;
Especially for you, is hard.

More than any right words,
I composed this poem,
Especially for you,

So that the world may know that
I fall in Love with you again.
Especially with you.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Five Man Army

Daddy g
Trendy windy you know what I mean
Hangin around with girl whos rolling up her jeans
She watches her street crack cause shes no dummy
Through rockin the microphone and shes calling me honey
Says I know what I want dont move with thugs
Well house parties hip hop and smoking drugs
And whoevers been the boss shes down with em
Shes always on time cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid a complication Ill give some information
About a certain occasion under a ? ? ?
Cause when I host my show-a I avoid the girl called lola
Whos more pu-pu-public than the drink they call it coca cola
? ? ? just practice posing face is shaded in black
Is dominating as my color the massive attack
Right now I hit it kick it flow smooth hit little wicked
Tricky
I take a small step now its a giant stride
People say Im loud why should I hide
Only had a small taste so what a waste
I quietly observe though its not my space
Bottom ends heavy you know were never even
People call me tricky for particular reason
Ive got you see and Ive got to let you know
See were rockin in your area rock beneath your balcony
My baby just cares for me well thats funny
Her touch tickles especially on my tummy
Daddy g
Now whos got the microphone
Tricky
Now whos honey
Daddy g
? ? ? turbo turbo and charge with a charge
I be daddy g wild bunch crew at large
Dont call me an officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country and also abroad
Plan to go to america when I get a visa card
Tricky
But gettin a visa card nowadays isnt hard
Daddy g
So keep your ears glued listen to every ? ? ?
Tokyo citys one place that we toured
Four ? ? ? plus two makes a ? ? ?
Sharper than a wilkerson razor sword
3d
When I was a child I played subbuteo on
My table then I graduate to studio one
? ? ?
And around my neck you know I wear the sony budokan
Indigo blues you got me in my own shoes

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Georgic 3

Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,
Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,
You, woods and waves Lycaean. All themes beside,
Which else had charmed the vacant mind with song,
Are now waxed common. Of harsh Eurystheus who
The story knows not, or that praiseless king
Busiris, and his altars? or by whom
Hath not the tale been told of Hylas young,
Latonian Delos and Hippodame,
And Pelops for his ivory shoulder famed,
Keen charioteer? Needs must a path be tried,
By which I too may lift me from the dust,
And float triumphant through the mouths of men.
Yea, I shall be the first, so life endure,
To lead the Muses with me, as I pass
To mine own country from the Aonian height;
I, Mantua, first will bring thee back the palms
Of Idumaea, and raise a marble shrine
On thy green plain fast by the water-side,
Where Mincius winds more vast in lazy coils,
And rims his margent with the tender reed.
Amid my shrine shall Caesar's godhead dwell.
To him will I, as victor, bravely dight
In Tyrian purple, drive along the bank
A hundred four-horse cars. All Greece for me,
Leaving Alpheus and Molorchus' grove,
On foot shall strive, or with the raw-hide glove;
Whilst I, my head with stripped green olive crowned,
Will offer gifts. Even 'tis present joy
To lead the high processions to the fane,
And view the victims felled; or how the scene
Sunders with shifted face, and Britain's sons
Inwoven thereon with those proud curtains rise.
Of gold and massive ivory on the doors
I'll trace the battle of the Gangarides,
And our Quirinus' conquering arms, and there
Surging with war, and hugely flowing, the Nile,
And columns heaped on high with naval brass.
And Asia's vanquished cities I will add,
And quelled Niphates, and the Parthian foe,
Who trusts in flight and backward-volleying darts,
And trophies torn with twice triumphant hand
From empires twain on ocean's either shore.
And breathing forms of Parian marble there
Shall stand, the offspring of Assaracus,
And great names of the Jove-descended folk,
And father Tros, and Troy's first founder, lord
Of Cynthus. And accursed Envy there
Shall dread the Furies, and thy ruthless flood,
Cocytus, and Ixion's twisted snakes,

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Just Gimme Some Truth

Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Money for dope
Money for rope
Im sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mamas little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now
Ive had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of tricky dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of soap
Its money for dope
Money for rope
Ah, Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

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Give Me Some Truth

Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Money for dope,
Money for rope.
Uh-uh -
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Money for dope,
Money for rope.
Im sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mommies little chauvinists.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth now.
Ive had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego centric, paranoic, prima donnas.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth.
No short haired, yellow bellied son of tricky dickys
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocketful of hope.
Its money for dope,
Money for rope.
Im sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocritics.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
Ive had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
All I want is the truth now,
Just give me some truth now.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
All I want is the truth,
Just give me some truth.
All I want is the truth.

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Windsor Forest

Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!
Unlock your springs, and open all your shades.
Granville commands; your aid O Muses bring!
What Muse for Granville can refuse to sing?
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Live in description, and look green in song:
These, were my breast inspir'd with equal flame,
Like them in beauty, should be like in fame.
Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain,
Here earth and water, seem to strive again;
Not Chaos like together crush'd and bruis'd,
But as the world, harmoniously confus'd:
Where order in variety we see,
And where, tho' all things differ, all agree.
Here waving groves a checquer'd scene display,
And part admit, and part exclude the day;
As some coy nymph her lover's warm address
Nor quite indulges, nor can quite repress.
There, interspers'd in lawns and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each other's shades.
Here in full light the russet plains extend;
There wrapt in clouds the blueish hills ascend.
Ev'n the wild heath displays her purple dyes,
And 'midst the desart fruitful fields arise,
That crown'd with tufted trees and springing corn,
Like verdant isles the sable waste adorn.
Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber or the balmy tree,
While by our oaks the precious loads are born,
And realms commanded which those trees adorn.
Not proud Olympus yields a nobler sight,
Tho' Gods assembled grace his tow'ring height,
Than what more humble mountains offer here,
Where, in their blessings, all those Gods appear.
See Pan with flocks, with fruits Pomona crown'd,
Here blushing Flora paints th' enamel'd ground,
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand;
Rich Industry sits smiling on the plains,
And peace and plenty tell, a Stuart reigns.
Not thus the land appear'd in ages past,
A dreary desart and a gloomy waste,
To savage beasts and savage laws a prey,
And kings more furious and severe than they;
Who claim'd the skies, dispeopled air and floods,
The lonely lords of empty wilds and woods:
Cities laid waste, they storm'd the dens and caves,
(For wiser brutes were backward to be slaves):

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poem by Alexander Pope
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Tricky, Tricky

She likes bars she likes diamonds too
She likes stars if they rendevouz
She drinks champagne to maintain her style
She likes a man only for a while
She likes access to your bank account
She likes dollars, pesos and british pounds
She likes money only in high amounts
Baby is cool she knows what counts
She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars stays in the president suite
And every day she is looking for a man who gives her more
To satisfy her needs
She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky but she is pretty, pretty
I like holidays when there is nothing to do
I like fun for free and an ice cold brew
I like to watch football on tv
I like to sleep and wake up around three
I like to hang out with my boys - making lots of noise -
Dancing in a club - there is no choice
She will never understand that i cant be her man -
I am what i am - so damn
She likes to pay with credit cards
Ride expensive cars stays in the president suite
And every day she is looking for a man who gives her more
To satisfy her needs
She is a soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Soulshaker, troublemaker
She is a heartbreaker
Undertaker, moneymaker
She is a lovefaker
Tricky, tricky but she is pretty, pretty

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Karmacoma

Tricky
You sure you want to be with me
Ive nothing to give
Wont lie and say this lovins best
Leave us in emotional peace
Take a walk, taste the rest
No, take a rest
3d
I see you digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy
No need to live in a lean-to
Your troubles must be seen to seen to
Money like its paper with faces I remember
I drink on a daily basis
Though it seldom cools my temper
It never cools my temper
Tricky
Walking through the suburbs though not exactly lovers
Youre a couple, specially when your bodys doubled
Duplicate, then you wait for the next kuwait
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)
3d
You sure you want to be with me Ive nothing to give
Take a walk take a rest taste the rest(x2)
Take a walk take a rest a taste of rest
Tricky
Dont want to be on top of your list
Phenomenally and properly kissed
We overcome in 60 seconds
With the strength we have to together
But for now, emotional ties they stay severed
When theres trust therell be treats
And when we funk well hear beats
(both)
Karmacoma, jamaica an roma (x4)
3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, see Im swazy
Digging a hole in your neighborhood
Youre crazy but youre lazy, must be lazy
Tricky
Dont wanna on top of your list
Monopoly and properly kissed
3d
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
My baby
Deflowering my baby, are you my baby mate
I must be crazy, you must be lazy
(both)

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The Georgics

GEORGIC I

What makes the cornfield smile; beneath what star
Maecenas, it is meet to turn the sod
Or marry elm with vine; how tend the steer;
What pains for cattle-keeping, or what proof
Of patient trial serves for thrifty bees;-
Such are my themes.
O universal lights
Most glorious! ye that lead the gliding year
Along the sky, Liber and Ceres mild,
If by your bounty holpen earth once changed
Chaonian acorn for the plump wheat-ear,
And mingled with the grape, your new-found gift,
The draughts of Achelous; and ye Fauns
To rustics ever kind, come foot it, Fauns
And Dryad-maids together; your gifts I sing.
And thou, for whose delight the war-horse first
Sprang from earth's womb at thy great trident's stroke,
Neptune; and haunter of the groves, for whom
Three hundred snow-white heifers browse the brakes,
The fertile brakes of Ceos; and clothed in power,
Thy native forest and Lycean lawns,
Pan, shepherd-god, forsaking, as the love
Of thine own Maenalus constrains thee, hear
And help, O lord of Tegea! And thou, too,
Minerva, from whose hand the olive sprung;
And boy-discoverer of the curved plough;
And, bearing a young cypress root-uptorn,
Silvanus, and Gods all and Goddesses,
Who make the fields your care, both ye who nurse
The tender unsown increase, and from heaven
Shed on man's sowing the riches of your rain:
And thou, even thou, of whom we know not yet
What mansion of the skies shall hold thee soon,
Whether to watch o'er cities be thy will,
Great Caesar, and to take the earth in charge,
That so the mighty world may welcome thee
Lord of her increase, master of her times,
Binding thy mother's myrtle round thy brow,
Or as the boundless ocean's God thou come,
Sole dread of seamen, till far Thule bow
Before thee, and Tethys win thee to her son
With all her waves for dower; or as a star
Lend thy fresh beams our lagging months to cheer,
Where 'twixt the Maid and those pursuing Claws
A space is opening; see! red Scorpio's self
His arms draws in, yea, and hath left thee more
Than thy full meed of heaven: be what thou wilt-
For neither Tartarus hopes to call thee king,

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802 Diamond Birthstone Of April

Diamond allotrope of carbon
Hexagonal in crystal form.
Cut and clarity and colour
Gives each stone a unique brilliance
Through each facet cut like prisms
Capturing light - internal scattering
By refraction - scores of rainbows
Diamond allotrope of carbon

Diamonds prized with Kings and Despots
Pride of place in our Crown Jewels
Is the famous Star of Africa
Perfect cut and perfect colour
Like a raindropp - pure transparent.
Diamonds speak of love eternal
Imparting peace and inner strength.
Diamonds prized with Kings and Despots.

Diamond Birthstone month is April
Linked with Zodiac sign of Aries
Drawing strength from Mars the Planet
Nearest Earth in Solar System
Focussed healing through each diamond
Purifies a toxic bloodstream
And can sooth all brain diseases
Diamond Birthstone month is April.

Perfect gift for perfect lady
Diamond allotrope of carbon
Diamond prized by Kings and Despots
Diamond Birthstone month is April
April is month Birthstone diamond
Despots and Kings by prized diamond
Carbon of allotrope diamond
Lady perfect for gift perfect.

Dedicated to The Angel of April.

(John Knight - Cool Colchester - 25 January 2010)

poem by John Knight
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