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As in all his subsequent dealings with France, Ho Chi Minh's demands were a model of modesty.

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Pom-pom Play Girl

Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(oooooo)
You see her in a short skirt down on the grass
Shes wonderin if the teams gonna run kick or pass
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Since she doesnt really know why shes wavin her hands
Shes a-thinking bout the boy sittin up in the stands
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah)
Just a little social clique with the other song queens
With a freshman or a sophomore she wouldnt be seen
(chi chi bah oooooo)
Shes a doll and she knows it and she thinks that her face
Will get her any body any thing and any place
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
Oooooo
Chi chi bah
(oooooo)
Since shes the head cheerleader she dates the quarterback
And her best friends going out with the full back
(chi chi bah oooooo)
She might even run for an office this spring
And that ought to really make her telephone ring
Rah rah pom pom play girl
Pom pom play girl
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wooo
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Shake it
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wave those pom poms all around
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)
Wow
(chi chi bah pom pom play girl)

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Per Una Delusione In Pi

Funky il gallo, come sono bello stamattina
non c'e' piu' la mia morosa
e sono piu' leggero di una piuma
oh e intanto Zio Rufus sta
coi suoi pensieri in testa
portando in giro la vita a fare la pipi'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
(yeah it's rolling!)
Funky gallo, come sono in ballo questa sera
ho voglia di sudare e sono piu' goloso di una mela
oh avanti o popolo con la chitarra rossa
che in tanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
Funky gallo, coi pensieri sconci nelle dita
forse sono in fallo, ma mi piace molto Madre Rita
oh avanti o popolo con la lambretta rossa
che intanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
tieni il tempo
(che) non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
sono in fiamme
le mie donne

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Per Colpa Di Chi?

Funky il gallo, come sono bello stamattina
non c'e' piu' la mia morosa
e sono piu' leggero di una piuma
oh e intanto Zio Rufus sta
coi suoi pensieri in testa
portando in giro la vita a fare la pipi'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
(yeah it's rolling!)
Funky gallo, come sono in ballo questa sera
ho voglia di sudare e sono piu' goloso di una mela
oh avanti o popolo con la chitarra rossa
che in tanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
Funky gallo, coi pensieri sconci nelle dita
forse sono in fallo, ma mi piace molto Madre Rita
oh avanti o popolo con la lambretta rossa
che intanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
tieni il tempo
(che) non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
sono in fiamme
le mie donne

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Tu Che Ne Sai

(pallavicini / amurri / f pisano)
Tu che ne sai
Delle volte che ho pianto per te
Un amore non pu? venir quando un amor ? cos? non dirmi pi? di rifarmi una vita sei tu
Questa sera mi fai morir
Mi fai morir di dolor
What do you know
About the times Ive cried over you?
There cant be love when its a love like this
Stop telling me to start a new life - its you
This evening you are killing me
Making me die of pain
A chi dar? le mie lacrime, yeah
A chi dar? le mie lacrime
Chi le vorr? le mie lacrime chi le vorr?
Who will I give my tears to? , yeah
Who will I give my tears to?
Who will want my tears, who will want them?
Non hai capito
Mi stai lasciando
E proprio quando, quando
Ho bisogno di te di te
You dont understand
Youre leaving me
Just when, just when
I need you, you
Ma tu che ne sai
Delle volte che ho pianto per te
Ora va non ti voglio pi? tu che ne sai del mio amor
But what do you know
About the times Ive cried over you?
Now go, I dont want you anymore
What do you know about my love?
A chi dar? le mie lacrime, yeah
A chi dar? le mie lacrime
Chi le vorr? le mie lacrime chi le vorr?
Ma chi le vorr? ma chi le vorr?
Who will I give my tears to? , yeah
Who will I give my tears to?
Who will want my tears, who will want them?
Who will want them?
Who will want them?
A chi dar? le mie lacrime, yeah
A chi dar? le mie lacrime, yeah
Chi le vorr? le mie lacrime chi le vorr?
Ma chi le vorr? yeah
Ma chi le vorr? ma chi le vorr? ma chi le vorr? yeah
Ma chi le vorr?
Ma chi le vorr? yeah
Ma chi le vorr? yeah

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C'e Chi Dice No

C' qualcosa che non va
In questo cielo
C' qualcuno che non sa
Pi che ore sono
C' chi dice qua, c' chi dice la
Io non mi muovo
C' chi dice la, c' chi dice qua
Io non ci sono
Tanta gente convinta che ci sia nell'aldil
Qualche cosa chiss
Quanta gente comunque ci sar
Che si accontenter
C' qualcuno che non sa
Pi cosa un uomo
C' qualcuno che non ha
Rispetto per nessuno
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io non ci sono
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io non mi muovo
Tanta gente convinta che ci sia nell''aldil
Chiss cosa e chiss
Quanta gente comunque ci sar
Che si accontenter
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io non mi muovo
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io non ci sono
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io non ci credo
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no
Io sono un uomo
C' chi dice no, c' chi dice no

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Alsace-Lorraine

I

The sister Hours in circles linked,
Daughters of men, of men the mates,
Are gone on flow with the day that winked,
With the night that spanned at golden gates.
Mothers, they leave us, quickening seed;
They bear us grain or flower or weed,
As we have sown; is nought extinct
For them we fill to be our Fates.
Life of the breath is but the loan;
Passing death what we have sown.

Pearly are they till the pale inherited stain
Deepens in us, and the mirrors they form on their flow
Darken to feature and nature: a volumed chain,
Sequent of issue, in various eddies they show.
Theirs is the Book of the River of Life, to read
Leaf by leaf by reapers of long-sown seed:
There doth our shoot up to light from a spiriting sane
Stand as a tree whereon numberless clusters grow:
Legible there how the heart, with its one false move
Cast Eurydice pallor on all we love.

Our fervid heart has filled that Book in chief;
Our fitful heart a wild reflection views;
Our craving heart of passion suckling grief
Disowns the author's work it must peruse;
Inconscient in its leap to wreak the deed,
A round of harvests red from crimson seed,
It marks the current Hours show leaf by leaf,
And rails at Destiny; nor traces clues;
Though sometimes it may think what novel light
Will strike their faces when the mind shall write.

II

Succourful daughters of men are the rosed and starred
Revolving Twelves in their fluent germinal rings,
Despite the burden to chasten, abase, depose.
Fallen on France, as the sweep of scythe over sward,
They breathed in her ear their voice of the crystal springs,
That run from a twilight rise, from a twilight close,
Through alternate beams and glooms, rejoicingly young.
Only to Earth's best loved, at the breathless turns
Where Life in fold of the Shadow reclines unstrung,
And a ghostly lamp of their moment's union burns,
Will such pure notes from the fountain-head be sung.

Voice of Earth's very soul to the soul she would see renewed:

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poem by George Meredith
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GENIUS IN FRANCE

I'm not the brightest crayon in the box
Everyone says I'm dumber than a bag of rocks
I barely even know how to put on my own pants
But I'm a genius in France (yeah), genius in France, genius in France
Hoom chaka laka hoom chaka laka hoom chaka
I may not be the sharpest hunk of cheese
I got a negative number on my SATS
I'm not good looking, and I don't know how to dance
But nevertheless and in spite of the evidence I am still widely considered to be a
Genius in France, genius in France, genius in France
People say I'm a geek, a moronic little freak
An annoying pipsqueak with an unfortunate physique
If I was any dumber, they'd have to water me twice a week
But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and shriek
They dig my mystique, they think I'm c'est magnifique
When I'm in Par-ee, I'm the chic-est of the chic
They love my body odor and my bad toupee
They love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret
And when I'm sipping on a Perrier
In some caf down in St. Tropez
It's hard to keep the fans at bay
They say, "Sign my poodle, s'il vous plat"
"Sign my poodle, s'il vous plat"
Hemenene humenene himenene homenene
Poodle... poodle...
Folks in my hometown think I'm a fool
Got too much chlorine in my gene pool
A few peas short of a casserole
A few buttons missing on my remote control
A few fries short of a happy meal
I couldn't pour water out of a boot with instructions on the heel
Instructions on the heel
But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants *Bela bark*
Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady wants
And if you ask 'em why, you're bound to get this response:
(He's a genius in France! Genius in France!) That's right!
(He's a genius in France! Genius in France!) You know it!
(He's a genius in France, genius in France, genius in France!)
I'm not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree
But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree
They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur, would you take ze picture with me?"
I say, "Oui oui"
That's right, I say, "Oui oui"
"Oui oui"
He says, "Oui oui"
I'm dumber than a box of hair
But those Frenchies don't seem to care
Don't know why, mon frre
But they love me there
I'm a genius in France

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Model Citizen

Be an Arab
Be a Jew
Be a boxing
Kangaroo
Beat yourself
All black and blue
I don't care
Be a bleeder
Be a Cancer
A hemophiliac
Romancer
Be a crippled disco
Dancer
Oooh... What a pair
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled them again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
And a master of disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American!!!
I'm a hostage
In a city of creeps
They've got mercenary guards
That watch me sleep
They'd like to kill me slow
Bury me deep
In the heart of Texas
I'm a martyr
I'm a sadist
I might be the Saviour here to save us
I'm a friend of Sammy Davis, casually
He's a model citizen
I think I've got them fooled again
He's an ultra-sweety guy
I won't let down my disguise
He's a model citizen
Just keep believing that my friends
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm an all American
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen
I'm a model citizen

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Napoleon

I

Cannon his name,
Cannon his voice, he came.
Who heard of him heard shaken hills,
An earth at quake, to quiet stamped;
Who looked on him beheld the will of wills,
The driver of wild flocks where lions ramped:
Beheld War's liveries flee him, like lumped grass
Nid-nod to ground beneath the cuffing storm;
While laurelled over his Imperial form,
Forth from her bearded tube of lacquey brass,
Reverberant notes and long blew volant Fame.
Incarnate Victory, Power manifest,
Infernal or God-given to mankind,
On the quenched volcano's cusp did he take stand,
A conquering army's height above the land,
Which calls that army offspring of its breast,
And sees it mid the starry camps enshrined;
His eye the cannon's flame,
The cannon's cave his mind.

II

To weld the nation in a name of dread,
And scatter carrion flies off wounds unhealed,
The Necessitated came, as comes from out
Electric ebon lightning's javelin-head,
Threatening agitation in the revealed
Founts of our being; terrible with doubt,
With radiance restorative. At one stride
Athwart the Law he stood for sovereign sway.
That Soliform made featureless beside
His brilliancy who neighboured: vapour they;
Vapour what postured statues barred his tread.
On high in amphitheatre field on field,
Italian, Egyptian, Austrian,
Far heard and of the carnage discord clear,
Bells of his escalading triumphs pealed
In crashes on a choral chant severe,
Heraldic of the authentic Charlemagne,
Globe, sceptre, sword, to enfold, to rule, to smite,
Make unity of the mass,
Coherent or refractory, by his might.

Forth from her bearded tube of lacquey brass,
Fame blew, and tuned the jangles, bent the knees
Rebellious or submissive; his decrees
Were thunder in those heavens and compelled:
Such as disordered earth, eclipsed of stars,

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Tanto So Che Poi Mi Passa

(alexander / mogol)
Italian language song set to the music of everyday I have to cry
Tanto so che poi mi passa
Tanto so che poi mi passa
E se voglio quindi posso
Posso amare chi mi va
I know it wont last
I know it wont last
And if I want to then I can
I can love who I want
Ammetto che cos? lui mi piace tanto
Forte com con gli occhi da bambino
Mi dite perch? io dopo un minuto
Son convinta che mi sono proprio innamorata
I admit I like him a lot thay way
Strong as he is with his little boys eyes
Tell me why after one minute
Im convinced Im really in love
Tanto so che poi mi passa
Tanto so che poi mi passa
E se volgio quindi posso
Posso amare chi mi va
I know it wont last
I know it wont last
And if I want to then I can
I can love who I want
Se balli insieme a me quasi non respiro
Se dici coshai sorrido un poco amoro
Sapate com a prendere fuoco
Posso dire che ci metto molto molto poco
If you dance with me I almost cant breathe
If you ask me whats wrong I give a slightly bitter smile
Dont you know what its like to go head-over-heels?
It doesnt take much at all with me
Tanto so che poi mi passa
Tanto so che poi mi passa
E se volgio quindi posso
Posso amare chi mi va
I know it wont last
I know it wont last
And if I want to then I can
I can love who I want
Se balli insieme a me quasi non respiro
Se dici coshai sorrido un poco amoro
Sapate com a prendere fuoco
Posso dire che ci metto molto molto poco
If you dance with me I almost cant breathe
If you ask me whats wrong I give a slightly bitter smile
Dont you know what its like to go head-over-heels?
It doesnt take much at all with me

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Nha Trang, Viet Nam Catholic Bishop’s Family

I do not love you with any of my heart
I see you & your family are part of the devil’s cart

Bishop Pierre I trusted & believed he taught you all
Honestly, Truth, God & not lying, stealing and abusing a human that causes him/her to fall

In time I learned when Bishop Pierre died the devil took 100% control
You and your family stole my money, my life, my love, my heart and my soul

Medically disabled does not matter to Nguyen Thi Dieu Tran, Pham Chi Tai, your family is true
Both of you and Nguyen Elizabeth & others in your family know it is wrong to do

Losing my life would have been easier with Ho Chi Minh
Now I identify the Catholic Bishop Pierre’s family in the USA and Viet Nam as VC who find it easy to sin

Live & die in peace is hard to find
Due to medical and financial pain caused by the Bishop’s family members who have the Devil’s mind

The stress from the expenses to take care of the house, the car and my life causes my heart to cry
Due Tai Chi Pham the Trustee of my Irrevocable Trust Fund illegally caused it be dry

With the Catholic Vietnamese family I learned what you can feel and see
Even with Bishop Pierre Nguyen Van Nho in the family can still act like the VC

I ask all of you who read this poem to give your response about this zone
It would help me understand if I am all alone

You can see a public copy of the signed and stamped TEMPORARY ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Tai Chi Pham by the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department in July 2009 at: http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/july/taipham_top.p df

And you can see a public copy of the signed and stamped FINAL ORDER OF PROHIBITION against Mr. Tai Chi Pham at the State of Illinois Secretary of State Securities Department Internet Site August 2009 at:
http: //www.cyberdriveillinois.com/departments/securiti es/administrative_actions/2009/august/taipham_op. pdf

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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls

What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?

Art demands time
all consuming time

times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude

means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh

art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties

art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls

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La Mia Lente

Per chi la solitudine
a volte un'amica
come un cerotto
su una ferita,
per chi non si rialzer pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi crede che no
sopportarsi a vivere
insieme non si pu
e non vuole provarci pi
Ed per questo
che anche se il finale
non ce l'ho
comunque il nostro libro
lo scriver...
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui
guardo nel futuro
per capire dove andrei
E perch tu sei,
il soggetto su cui
questo libro scriverei
o meglio scriveremo io e te
Per chi ha dimenticato che
ci ha creduto s
comunque in fondo
ancora ci crede un po'
Per chi non si scoprir pi
perch il dolore schiaccia
il dolore butta gi
E per chi non crede
che si pu
perch un uomo non
solo ci che stato
ma anche ci
che potrebbe essere
Ed per questo che
anche se il finale non ce l'ho
comunque questo libro
lo scriver ..
E Perch tu sei, la mia
lente con cui...

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...Stupendo

E' nei ritagli ormai del tempo
che penso a quando tu eri qui
era difficile ricordo bene
ma era fantastico provarci insieme.
Ed ora che non mi consolo
guardando una fotografia
mi rendo conto che il tempo vola
e che la vita poi una sola...
E mi ricordo chi voleva
al potere la fantasia...
erano giorni di grandi sogni... sai
eran vere anche le utopie.
Ma non ricordo se chi c'era
aveva queste queste facce qui
non mi dire che proprio cos
non mi dire che son quelli l!
Ed ora che del mio domani
non ho pi la nostalgia
ci vuole sempre qualche cosa da bere
ci vuole sempre vicino un bicchiere!
Ed ora che, oramai non tremo
nemmeno per amore... s!...
ci vuole quello che io non ho
ci vuole "pelo" sullo stomaco!
Per ricordo chi voleva
un mondo meglio di cos!
S proprio tu che ti fai delle storie...
(ma dai)...
cosa vuoi Tu pi di cos
E cosa conta "chi perdeva"
le regole sono cos
la vita! ed ora che Cresci!
devi prenderla cos......
Si!!!!
Stupendo!
Mi Viene Il Vomito!
pi forte di me!
Non lo so
se sto qui
o se ritorno
se ritorno
se ritorno tra poco, tra poco.... tra poco...
Per ricordo chi voleva
un mondo meglio di cos!
ancora tu che ci fai delle storie... (ma dai)...
cosa vuoi Tu pi di cos
E cosa conta "chi perdeva"
le regole sono cos
la vita ed ora che Cresci!
devi viverla cos.......

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El Gato

At eight
El Gato's uncle lures them with grain in a pail
and shoots the brown pig between the eyes,
shoos the red-snouted white and black brothers
from guzzling blood in the trough.

At ten Gato walks chop-block streets
with a rooster's tail strut
razored for a fight – life
a broken fire hydrant
flooding streets with blood.

In opulent estates,
fountains gazelle and bridal-train gardens drain
abundantly over spear-tipped walls.
Grecian statues offer laureled wisdom
to butlered adults with paper-weight hearts,
who answer the burning and gunning of America,
by building more prisons.

Nobody cares what El Gato'll find to eat or where he'll sleep,
under street lights throwing dirt clods
at hornets' nests, unafraid of being stung,
he vows to avenge his poverty,
to gash unmercifully with a bicycle chain
spineless attorneys taking advantage of his misery,
rob a construction executive in a limousine
sampling heroin off a hooker's thigh,
mug preppy brokers with golden smiles
whose gutter glares condemn him,
and all the chumps
who never cracked a soup-line biscuit
or had a court gavel crush their life,
should know he plans violent schemes against you,

prays
saints melt his pain red hot,
he'll hammer sharp to take you down
to darkness where he lives
and impale your heads
on La Virgen De Guadelupe's moon sickle.

Twelve years old. El Gato is no good,
dime bagging Peruvian flakes,
inhaling a glue-rag.
With all your police and prison sentences,
you can't chase El Gato from the street
or stop him from selling drugs,
because in his square white paper
lives God -- El Gato deals God -- who gives reprieve

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France--December 1870

I

We look for her that sunlike stood
Upon the forehead of our day,
An orb of nations, radiating food
For body and for mind alway.
Where is the Shape of glad array;
The nervous hands, the front of steel,
The clarion tongue? Where is the bold proud face?
We see a vacant place;
We hear an iron heel.

II

O she that made the brave appeal
For manhood when our time was dark,
And from our fetters drove the spark
Which was as lightning to reveal
New seasons, with the swifter play
Of pulses, and benigner day;
She that divinely shook the dead
From living man; that stretched ahead
Her resolute forefinger straight,
And marched toward the gloomy gate
Of earth's Untried, gave note, and in
The good name of Humanity
Called forth the daring vision! she,
She likewise half corrupt of sin,
Angel and Wanton! can it be?
Her star has foundered in eclipse,
The shriek of madness on her lips;
Shreds of her, and no more, we see.
There is horrible convulsion, smothered din,
As of one that in a grave-cloth struggles to be free.

III

Look not for spreading boughs
On the riven forest tree.
Look down where deep in blood and mire
Black thunder plants his feet and ploughs
The soil for ruin: that is France:
Still thrilling like a lyre,
Amazed to shivering discord from a fall
Sudden as that the lurid hosts recall
Who met in heaven the irreparable mischance.
O that is France!
The brilliant eyes to kindle bliss,
The shrewd quick lips to laugh and kiss,
Breasts that a sighing world inspire,

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poem by George Meredith
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The World's Musqueteer: To Marshal Foch

(_Ballade a double refrain_)

Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer,
Comrade at arms, on your bronzed cheek we press
The soldier's kiss, and drop the soldier's tear;
Brother by brother fought we in the stress
Of the locked steel, all the wild work that fell
For our reluctant doing; we that stormed hell
And smote it down together, in the sun
Stand here once more, with all our fighting done,
Garlands upon our helmets, sword and lance
Quiet with laurel, sharing the peace they won:
Soldier that saved the world in saving France.

Soldier that saved the world in saving France,
France that was Europe's dawn when light was none,
Clear eyes that with eternal vigilance
Pierce through the webs in nether darkness spun,
Soul of man's soul, his sentinel upon
The ramparts of the world: Ah! France, 'twas well
This soldier with the sword of Gabriel
Was yours and ours in all that dire duresse,
This soldier, gentle as a child, that here
Stands shy and smiling 'mid a world's caress--
Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer.

Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer,
True knight and succourer of the world's distress
His might and skill we laurel, but more dear
Our soldier for that 'parfit gentlenesse'
That ever in heroic hearts doth dwell,
That soul as tranquil as a vesper bell,
That glory in him that would glory shun,
Those kindly eyes alive with Gascon fun,
D'Artagnan's brother--still the old romance
Runs in the blood, thank God! and still shall run:
Soldier that saved the world in saving France.

ENVOI

Soldier that saved the world in saving France,
Foch, to America's deep heart how near;
Betwixt us twain shall never come mischance.
Warrior that fought that war might disappear,
Far and for ever far the unborn year
That turns the ploughshare back into the spear--
But, must it come, then Foch shall lead the dance:
Marshal of France, yet still the Musqueteer.

poem by Richard Le Gallienne
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And just as there was something of every Vietnamese in Ho Chi Minh so there is something of Ho Chi Minh in almost every present-day Vietnamese, so strong is his imprint on the Vietnamese nation.

quote by Wilfred Burchett
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Modesty

A show of modesty,
From one brave to pave a way...
Is someone who has strength.
With a purpose known meant.

Experiencing those obstacles,
And having them not show...
Leaves very little to say,
By those who live their lives delayed.

Since a modesty seems to be freed,
When pains once had are over.
And unconditional,
Is the love.

And a modesty seems to be freed,
When one like this recovers knowing...
Life has its ups,
And its downs.
And...
Showing modesty,
Can be worn...
Without a frown.

A show of modesty,
From one brave to pave a way...
Is someone who has strength.
With a purpose known meant.
Showing modesty,
Is a gift that's heaven sent.

One knowing modesty,
Doesn't carry that they've had regrets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lost In France

(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
I was lost in france
In the fields the birds were singing
I was lost in france
And the day was just beginning
As I stood there in the morning rain
I had a feeling I cant explain
I was lost in france in love
I was lost in france
In the street a band was playing
And the crowd all danced
Didnt catch what they were saying
When I looked up he was standing there
And I knew I shouldnt but I didnt care
I was lost in france in love
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
I was lost in france
And the vines were over-flowing
I was lost in france
And a million stars were glowing
And I looked round for a telephone
To say baby I wont be home
I was lost in france in love
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
And I looked round for a telephone
To say baby I wont be home
I was lost in france in love
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing
Ooh la la la ooh la la la dance
Ooh la la la dancing...out

song performed by Bonnie Tyler
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