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My theory is, if you can do comedy and you can be in a scene with someone like Brad Garrett and hold your own, you've really got a future in this business.

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You've Really Got A Hold On Me

I don't like you
But I love you
Seems like I'm always thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh,
You treat me badly
I love you madly
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me
I don't want you,
But I need you
Don't wanna kiss you
But I need you
Oh, oh, oh
You do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me
I love you and all that I want you to do
Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Don't wanna leave you
don't wanna stay here
Don't wanna spend another day here
Oh, I just don't fit now
I just can quit now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
I love you and all that I want you to do
Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

song performed by Cyndi Lauper
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Let The Women Decide About Abortion Men And Mind Your Own Business

Let the women decide about abortion men
And mind your own business
Because it is the women that gives birth to babies
And not the men

poem by Aldo Kraas
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With Someone Like You

I want to play with someone like you,
I want to eat with someone like you,
I want to learn with someone like you,
I want to work with someone like you,
I want to cook with someone like you,
I want to walk with someone like you,
I want to sit beside someone like you;
So, tell me if you are the one.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mind Your Own Business

Mind Your Own Business
(Words and music by Hank Williams, Sr.)
If the wife and I was fussin', brother that's our right
Me and that ole woman bought a license to fight
Why don't you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Yeah,mind your own business(Mind your own business)
If youmind your own business, you won't be mindin' mine.
Well, the woman on the party line's a nosey thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows it's my ring
Why don't you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Yeah, mind your own business(Mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, you won't be mindin' mine.
--- Instrumental with ad libs ---
Well, I got a little girl that wears her hair up high
The boys all hollar when she walks by
Why don't you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Yeah, mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Just mind your own business, you wont be mindin' mine.
--- Instrumental with ad libs ---
I may tell a lot of stories that may not be true
But I can get to Heaven just as easy as you
Why don't you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Yeah, will you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Mind your business, and you won't be mindin' mine.
--- Instrumental with ad libs ---
Now, If I want to honky tonk 'til around two or three
Darlin' that's my headache, don't you worry 'bout me.
Why don't you mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Go on and mind your own business(Mind your own business)
If you're mindin' your business, you won't be mindin' mine.
--- Instrumental---
Mindin' other people's business seems to be high-toned
Well, I got all that I can do just to mind my own
Mind your own business(Mind your own business)
Yeah, mind your own business(Mind your own business)
If you mind your businessmyou won't be mindin' mine.
Dear Lord, If you mind your business, you'll be busy all the time...

song performed by Alan Jackson
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You Really Got A Hold On Me

You've Really Got A Hold On Me
(W. 'Smokey' Robinson)
I don't like you
But I love you
Seems like I'm always thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh,
You treat me badly
I love you madly
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me
I don't want you,
But I need you
Don't wanna kiss you
But I need you
Oh, oh, oh
You do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me
I love you and all that I want you to do
Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Don't wanna leave you
don't wanna stay here
Don't wanna spend another day here
Oh, I just don't fit now
I just can quit now
You've really got a hold on me
You've really got a hold on me, baby
I love you and all that I want you to do
Is just hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me

song performed by Cyndi Lauper
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The Ballad Of Gum-Boot Ben

He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim.
He asked me for a grubstake, and the same I gave to him.
He hinted of a hidden trove, and when I made so bold
To question his veracity, this is the tale he told.

"I do not seek the copper streak, nor yet the yellow dust;
I am not fain for sake of gain to irk the frozen crust;
Let fellows gross find gilded dross, far other is my mark;
Oh, gentle youth, this is the truth--I go to seek the Ark.

"I prospected the Pelly bed, I prospected the White;
The Nordenscold for love of gold I piked from morn till night;
Afar and near for many a year I led the wild stampede,
Until I guessed that all my quest was vanity and greed.

"Then came I to a land I knew no man had ever seen,
A haggard land, forlornly spanned by mountains lank and lean;
The nitchies said 'twas full of dread, of smoke and fiery breath,
And no man dare put foot in there for fear of pain and death.

"But I was made all unafraid, so, careless and alone,
Day after day I made my way into that land unknown;
Night after night by camp-fire light I crouched in lonely thought;
Oh, gentle youth, this is the truth--I knew not what I sought.

"I rose at dawn; I wandered on. 'Tis somewhat fine and grand
To be alone and hold your own in God's vast awesome land;
Come woe or weal, 'tis fine to feel a hundred miles between
The trails you dare and pathways where the feet of men have been.

"And so it fell on me a spell of wander-lust was cast.
The land was still and strange and chill, and cavernous and vast;
And sad and dead, and dull as lead, the valleys sought the snows;
And far and wide on every side the ashen peaks arose.

"The moon was like a silent spike that pierced the sky right through;
The small stars popped and winked and hopped in vastitudes of blue;
And unto me for company came creatures of the shade,
And formed in rings and whispered things that made me half afraid.

"And strange though be, 'twas borne on me that land had lived of old,
And men had crept and slain and slept where now they toiled for gold;
Through jungles dim the mammoth grim had sought the oozy fen,
And on his track, all bent of back, had crawled the hairy men.

"And furthermore, strange deeds of yore in this dead place were done.
They haunted me, as wild and free I roamed from sun to sun;
Until I came where sudden flame uplit a terraced height,
A regnant peak that seemed to seek the coronal of night.

"I scaled the peak; my heart was weak, yet on and on I pressed.
Skyward I strained until I gained its dazzling silver crest;
And there I found, with all around a world supine and stark,
Swept clean of snow, a flat plateau, and on it lay--the Ark.

"Yes, there, I knew, by two and two the beasts did disembark,
And so in haste I ran and traced in letters on the Ark
My human name--Ben Smith's the same. And now I want to float
A syndicate to haul and freight to town that noble boat."

I met him later in a bar and made a gay remark
Anent an ancient miner and an option on the Ark.
He gazed at me reproachfully, as only topers can;
But what he said I can't repeat--he was a bad old man.

poem by Robert William Service
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You Can Go Your Own Way

You can go your own way
You can go your own way
It doesnt matter what the others say
cos you can go your own way
You can go your own way
Youve got a ring on your finger
A chain around your heart and your soul
Searching for an answer
Looking for your own control
Walk away from the leader
Walk away form the books
Walk away from the tv
Take a long hard look
And you can go your own way

song performed by Chris Rea
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If You Did Have One of Your Own

If you are finding my actions inappropriate and suspicious,
Wait until you discover what my intentions are!
That's if you are still minding my business.
And not have found any of your own to monitor,
With such zest and enthusiasm.

But I understand.

If I did not do what I do,
You would not have a life I supplied.
One that motivates and initiates excitement.
And this would not keep me inspired,
If you did have one of your own!
Life,
That is!
One you like that radiates joy and light!
That is,
The kind of life that can be yours!
That is,
About your own business and not mine.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Request That You Simply Mind Your Own Business...

there is this tail end
of the wind that tells you
that the journey
was never smooth and easy

there are eddies of the mind
that must finally tell you that

oh well,
not every thing has been alright
that there are no clearer ponds except those that you have not really gone to

oh yes, far pastures are always greener than we think
or that, you never really understand what one had gone through
all those fast flying years

these goddamn quick years that leave us with nothing
but suppressed memories
which still carry the needles in their hands and prick us on those
empty nights

at the height of this upheaval
you still have no right to grasp
what details are there

go somewhere else
and read between the armpits of these lines

there is this Notice on the Wall which tells you
with accuracy (and even warn you about respect)

(i.e. to simply mind your own business, ok?)

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mind Your Own Business

Words and music by hank williams, sr.
If the [d] wife and I are fussin, brother thats our right
cause me and that sweet womans got a license to fight [d7]
Why dont you [g7] mind your own business
(mind [d] your own business)
cause if mind [a7] your business, then you wont be mindin [d] mine.
Oh, the woman on our party lines the nosiest thing
She picks up her receiver when she knows its my ring
Why dont you mind your own business
(mind your own business)
Well, if mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.
If my woman stay out til two or three
Now, brother thats my headache, dont you worry bout me.
Just mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.
If I get my head beat black and blue
Now thats my wife and my stove wood too
Just mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If mind your business, then you wont be mindin mine.
I got a little gal that wears her hair up high,
The boys all whistel when she walks bye.
Mind your own buisness blah blah, you sure wont be minding mine.
Mindin other peoples business seems to be high-toned
I got all that I can do just to mind my own
Why dont you mind your own business
(mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, youll stay busy all the time.

song performed by Hank Williams
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You Can't Get A Man With A Gun

Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day
And now tell me what have I got
I'm quick on the trigger
With targets not much bigger
Than a pinpoint - I'm number one
But my score with a feller
Is lower than a cellar
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
When I'm with a pistol
I sparkle like a crystal
Yes, I shine like the morning sun
But I lose all my luster
When with a bronco buster
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
With a gu-un
With a gu-un
No, you can't get a man with a gun
If I went to battle
With someone's herd of cattle
You'd have steak when the job was done
But if I shot the herder
They'd holler bloody murder
And you can't shoot a male
In the tail
Like a quail
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
[2]
If I shot a rabbit
Some furrier would grab it
For a coat that would warm someone
But you can't shoot a lover
And use him for a cover
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
The gals with umbrellers
Are always out with fellers
In the rain or the blazing sun
But a man never trifles
With gals who carry rifles
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun
With a gu-un
With a gu-un
No, you can't get a man with a gun
A Tom, Dick or Harry
Will build a house for Carrie
When the preacher has made them one
But he can't build you houses
With buckshot in his trousers
For a man may be hot
But he's not
When he's shot
Oh, you can't get a man with a gun

song performed by Irving Berlin
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Only You Can Do A Hee-Hee With A Ha-Ha Too!

Open up your windows.
And,
Don't you slam the door.
There's no need or reason,
To do what's been done before.

What's outside you're missing,
And could care less if dismissed.
It will be the way it is,
For those accepting it exists.

You don't have to prove a thing,
About what that you do.
Learn that you can do a hee-hee,
And a ha-ha too!

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

You don't have to prove a thing,
About what that you do.
Learn that you can do a hee-hee,
And a ha-ha too!

Open up your windows.
And,
Don't you slam the door.
There's no need or reason,
To do that to me anymore.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Yes only you know you can live...
With nothing to prove.

What's outside you're missing,
And could care less if dismissed.
It will be the way it is,
For those accepting it exists.

Know that you,
Can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
You know it's true...
That you can do whatever it is you choose.

Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
And...
Together we can stop embracing bad attitudes.
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
Only you can do a hee-hee with a ha-ha too!
And...
Together we can stop embracing bad attitudes.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic

You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!

Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!

But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.

It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.

It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.

It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.

It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.

You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.

It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.

It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!

You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!

Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!

Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.

If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Can't Wait To Be With You

(Will Smith)
(I can't wait to be with you, uh)
I can't wait to be with you (yeah)
I can't wait to see you (uh)
I can't wait to be with you (haha)
Loving you is all I want to do
10 o'clock my flight lands
Can't wait to hold the palm of your hand
Been 7 long days, since the last that I saw you
And every free moment I get, I got to call you
Takin' every chance, to glance at your cute face
And lookin' at your 8 by 10 in my suitcase
Ain't been with my honey in a long while
And when I get a hold of you, mmm child (oh, yeah)
No tellin' what I might do
Cause I would be like a kid that got a toy and it's brand new
Can't wait to hold you, can't wait to see you
Can't wait to treat you, can't wait to be with you (oh, yeah)
I can't wait to be with you
I can't wait to see you
I can't wait to be with you
Loving you is all I want to do
Bein' in love is like an amusement ride, G (woo)
I feel like it's a party inside me
Smile on my face, and there's a twinkle in my eye
Time to go to work, but it's so hard to say goodbye (oh, oh)
And as I think of you, it's like I had a drink or two
I feel dizzy, damn where is she?
Pick up the phone and call you about three (Female voice: hello)
Yeah baby it's me, just to hear your voice, just the thought of you
Got me trippin', it's why I just bought a new
Cellular phone, so I don't have to postpone
When my beeper goes off, no more runnin' to a pay phone
Your astoundin', it's why I'm expondin'
So vivacious, and baby your face is
That of a goddess, it's makin' me feel numb
A fe fi fo fum, yo baby come and get some
Of the man, the myth, so debonair
What said while fair, is a pair
We extraordinary, me and you as a team, it's kinda swell ain't it
Love is hole and I tripped, then I feel in it (oh, that's why)
From the mountain, to the valley, to the deep blue sea
All I can do is hope and pray, you want to be with me
I'm sayin' this from my heart, that's how you know that it's true
Yo, I can't wait to be with you
Girl I know it's true
I can't wait to be with you
I can't wait to see you
I can't wait to see you baby
I can't wait to be with you
Loving you is all I want to do
Alright check it out, break
Yeah, uh huh, oh yeah
That's how I like it
That's how I like it
woof, woof, woof, woof
HEY, OH YEAH, OH WEE, YEAH
Yeah, presto chango I wish I was a magacian
Snap my fingers or tap my heels and then
Abra cadabra, righ there beside you
But it's seemin' and dreamin', that's all I can do
I'm in an airport, an hour until flight time
Can't wait to have you direct in my sight line
Got a warm feelin' in my chest, thinkin' of your soft caress
I miss you so much and it ain't enough to just reach out and touch
I want to hold your hand, in my hand
And walk and talk barefoot in the sand
(And I can't wait) to just see your smile
(And I can't wait) to be alone for a while
(And I can't wait) to do the things we do
I can't wait, I can't wait, oh I can't wait to be with you
Oh, can't wait
I can't wait to be with you
I can't wait to be with you
I can't wait to see you
Just to see you
I can't wait to be with you
Baby just hold you
Loving you is all I want to do
I can't wait to be with you
I can't wait to see you
...

song performed by Will Smith
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You Don't Do Crack Or Speed

You don’t do crack or speed or heroin;
you’re not lifting the moon like an eyelid
to find a new place to shoot,
but you’re boiling your heart in a spoon,
you’re thawing the six rocks of your emotions,
boiling away the seven oceans
that will get you through the night
as if you were another sign of global warming.
And now you’re weeping and raging in my living room,
violently shapeshifting through your withdrawal
like an exorcism gone wrong
because the latest hot lover
you got hooked on like a dealer
proved to be a snakeoil salesman in paradise
who convinced you the scales of your daring
would turn into feathers
and your falling take flight.
Not everybody who jumps from heaven makes hell;
for example, your heart there on that rock
you’re kicking around at your feet
like the skull of the world,
isn’t that the sun on your horizon
pouring out of its broken shell like the yoke
of another tragic casualty of spring
fallen like Icarus from the embryonic wax
of your exaggerated wingspan?
Love is not a form of substance abuse
and I’m not the local, walk-in rehab centre
you can duck into anytime
you’ve spent your last dime like a bullet
on a dealer that’s not reloading,
but pain is pain and I can feel yours
chaining itself to all your emergency doors
so that no one could ever get out
when you go hunting for yourself
like a contract you’ve taken out on a highschool.
But it isn’t the object of your longing,
the focus of the star, the shining
that you’re addicted to
like all those placebos and soothers
you keep calling boyfriends,
faking you’re better
everytime you take one:
you’re addicted to addiction.
You’re addicted to the promise you mean to keep.
And you can keep on
taking your clothes off like Christmas
and suffering the usual unwrapping depressions,
but you’re addicted to being a gift
that was meant for someone else
and it’s never your name that follows
the to or the from on the label
when you give yourself to Santa Claus
like a pimp in sable
and he addicts you to the starburn above the stable
that keeps making an ass of you
when the wise men take back their gifts.
So here you are again
before the perilous depths
of these precipitous cliffs
trashing your afflictions like female newborns
that were born of all that genetic junkmail
you once opened frantically like a loveletter
that wasn’t addressed to you
on the rocky threshold of the shore below
that looks up at you like the sickle of a smile
that reaps what you’ve sown,
but I know what you’ve always known:
that you’re addicted
to being unmarrowed by the moon
when the hummingbird who sipped honey
like gold from a cold stone
finds herself out of money and alone.
I can help you out with the cash flow
and though I know I’m not your drug of choice
measure my feelings out like methadone to ease the abyss,
but if you want my advice,
being addicted to addiction
is like trying to step into your own bloodstream twice
or drowning while diving for pearls
that have already risen like the full moon
and crossed you off the calendar
like the X that sucks the poison from the kiss.
Everyone longs for a night, a face, a space
they knew once even if just for the glance of a moment
when joy spiked the wine
and what was singularly human
rushed like a flashflood through the valleys
of the universally divine
and rain that had fallen like tears for years
on an ocean of sorrows
with no hope of flowers
suddenly bloomed like the moon’s corals
in the meadows of a mystic sea
and everything that could possibly be, was.
I knew that moment, for instance, once with you
but the inconceivable eventually
flows down into the believable
like stars into mountain streams
and we end up panning for the irretrievable
like a nugget of night
we lost in the moonbeams,
and impeaching each other
like credible constellations
that can’t shine out of the box,
we check the locks on the mine
and go our separate ways
like abused metals,
mutants of gold and lead
that couldn’t turn the one into the another
once the alchemy wore off
and the glass alembic
of another transformative cocoon
was shattered by the harvest stone
of an unphilosophical moon
and the pain was a change of species.
And you’re still the anti-muse of the butterfly effect
that inspires my chaos theory
of post-deconstructive poetry
when I strike one planet against another
like your heart against mine
looking for a spark
that might keep the universe warm for another night
but I know I can’t light the same fire again
or shoot the moon like silver
into the same exhausted vein
now all that matters is the next homeless hit
and this infinite choice of elixirs
that don’t quite do it
whenever I go looking for my voice
like a small word
in the ashes of a burning bush
or that bird of your phoenix heart
that once sang in me like you
and fell like an autumn cradle from the lullaby tree
that still calls to me sometimes
and still keeps me up
like the ghost of an albatross
wailing off the coast of a lost art
wounded like the black sail
of a loveletter on an unlucky wind.
But that doesn’t mean
I wait for you like a widower on the moon
for the last lifeboat that overturned in space
when the seas evaporated like the eyes in your face.
I’m not rummaging through my heart
like a medicine chest
for the three bells of the last all’s well
I can crush like the moon into a paste when I cry.
I’m not flagging my heart like a fit
sucking up the tranquil shadows
of the moons’s dead oceans
as if I could bind your heart again to me like a barrel,
a clown in a shipwreck he’s wearing for pants,
and go over your falls again as I once did
in a Niagara of love potions.
We’ve had that dance
and the music we heard in each other
was wine unique as night
to the glass that contained it like a body,
and I don’t need to seek again
in these lotions of rain that fall gently now
what was so wholly and incommensurately once
that in every dropp of water I feel you like the sea.
A truly enlightened junkie
only needs to hit once
and it’s good for a lifetime
so there’s never really any chance
of coming down from the people we’ve loved
who poured the stars into our abandoned wells
like a night wine that shunned the sun
so why all this talk about kites
that caught fire and crashed
and the new space shuttles
you keep wheeling up to your gantry
like all these love affairs you keep trying to launch
like a rave on ecstasy,
trying to swim with the stars
when you’re already flying
with the whole of creation
like the night sea of a black rose
that can only be seen
in the depths of its darkness
with eyes of wine
that have shed their petals and waves
like a sky that has let go of its lifeline?

poem by Patrick White
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I Can Not Hold Your Tongue

I can not hold your tongue.
If you wish to say
Say what ever you like
I know you are not a monk.

I am ready to listen.
I want to listen your word
I will go on my own way
If you are going to put question.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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For you I have got a kind of thirst

For you I have got constantly a kind of thirst,
something that longs for fulfilment
and when your soft lips find mine
I feel your heart beating and I feel bold and great,
and it's as if that moment can linger forever,
when you leave my whole being shaking.

poem by Gert Strydom
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For you I have got a kind of thirst [1]

For you I have got constantly a kind of thirst,
something that longs for fulfilment
and when your soft lips find mine
I feel your heart beating and I feel bold and great,
and it's as if that moment can linger forever,
when you leave my whole being shaking.

poem by Gert Strydom
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This Business Is Killing Me

I'm sick to death
I'm a nervous wreck
This business is killing me
you know
This business is killing me
you know
it's really killing me
yeah

(repeat)

oh-no oh-no oh-no
oh-no oh-no oh-no
oh-no oh-no oh-no
oh-no-ho

This business is killing me
and so they say

run around

song performed by Ramones from Pleasant Dreams
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You Have Answered Your Own Question

How can a people be awakened,
Who refuse to listen or pay attention.
What else can be done,
To keep them from suffering needlessly?

'Suppose what they are doing is a preference?
Afterall...
What did it take to keep you awake? '

A desire, purpose and motivation.
With an ongoing quest to seek truth.

'Well...
It seems to me,
You have answered your own question.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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