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The enemy came. He was beaten. I am tired. Goodnight.

Vicomte Turenne in Message sent after the battle of Dunen (1658)
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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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Goodnight Irene

Last saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
But me and my wife have parted
Im gonna take another stroll downtown
Irene goodnight (goodnight irene)
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene, goodnight irene
Ill get you in my dream
Stop your ramblin
Stop your gamblin
Stop stayin out late, late at night
Go home to your wife and your family
Sit down by your fireside so bright
Irene goodnight (irene)
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene, goodnight irene
Ill get you in my dream
I love irene and I swear I do (yes)
Love er, love er, love er, love er, love er
Love er, love er, love er, love er
Still the sea runs dry
And if irene ever turns her back on me
Im gonna take morphine and die
Irene goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene, goodnight irene
Ill get you in my dream

song performed by Van Morrison
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Goodnight Irene

Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in the town
Sometimes I take a great notion
To jump in the river and drown
Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene
Goodnight irene
Ill see you in my dreams
Last saturday night I got married
Me and my wife settled down
Me and my wife parted
Think Ill take another walk downtown
Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene
Goodnight irene
Ill see you in my dreams
I love irene God knows I do
Ill love her all my life
If irene should ever leave me
Ill take morphine and die
Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene
Goodnight irene
Ill see you in my dreams
Stop your rambling stop your gambling
Stop staying out late at night
Come home to your wife and family
Sit by the fireside bright
Irene goodnight
Irene goodnight
Goodnight irene
Goodnight irene
Ill see you in my dreams
Goodnight irene
Goodnight irene
Ill see you in my dreams

song performed by Indigo Girls
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And We Bid You Goodnight

Lay down my dear brother, lay down and take your rest,
Wont you lay your head upon your saviors chest,
I love you all, but jesus loves you the best
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
I would never ride, well, I would never ride (goodnight, goodnight)
But his rod and his staff, they comfort me (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell a for the ark, that wonderful boat (goodnight, goodnight)
Tell b for the beast at the ending of the wood (goodnight, goodnight)
You know it ate all the children when they wouldnt be good,
Walking in jerusalem just like john (goodnight, goodnight)
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death,
And we bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

song performed by Grateful Dead
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Baby Goodnight

(mike heron)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
He knows the way right to me
Closer than my heartbeat he comes
Moving on my wave-length easy
When we make love completely
Sleepy and soft he breathes
You melt me, you fill me
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
Simple words, but they mean a lot to me
To fall asleep with your kiss warm on my lips
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
Sleepy and soft he breathes
You melt me, you fill me
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
Simple words, but they mean a lot to me
To fall asleep with your kiss warm on my lips
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
He knows the way right to me
Closer than my heartbeat he comes
Moving on my wave-length easy
When we make love completely
Sleepy and soft he breathes
You melt me, you fill me
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
Simple words, but they mean a lot to me
To fall asleep with your kiss warm on my lips
Baby goodnight, baby goodnight
Simple words, but they mean a lot to me
Thats as good as a goodnight can be

song performed by Bonnie Tyler
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Goodnight Ladies

Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Its time to say goodbye
Let me tell you now
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Its time to say goodbye
Now all night long youve been drinking your tequilla
But now youve sucked your lemon peel dry
So why not get high
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Its time to say goodbye
Goodnight sweet ladies, ladies goodnight
Its time to say goodbye bye bye
Oh weve been together for the longest time
But now its time to get high
Come on lets get high
And goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight
Oh, Im still missing my other half
Ah, it must be something I did in the past
Dont it just make you want to laugh
Its a lonely saturday night
Oh, nobody calls me on the telephone
I put another record on my stereo
But Im still singin a song of you
Its a lonely saturday night
Now if I was an actor or a dancer who is glamorous
Then you know an amorus life would soon be mine
But now the tinsil lighted starbreak is all thats left
To play my heartbreak
At eleven oclock I watch the network news
Oh, wow, wow, something tells me that youre nearly gone
You said we could be friends but thats not what I want
Ah, anyway my tv dinners almost done
Its a lonely saturday night
I mean to tell you its a lonely saturday night
One more round

song performed by Lou Reed
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I'm Tired Of It All

I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-

And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Don't Be Jealous

I WANNA LOVE YOU, YEAH, OVER AND OVER AGAIN
I WANNA SEE, SEE WHAT YOU'RE LIKE, LIKE IN BED, OVER AND OVER
HEY, HEY, DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S TIME FOR LOVE
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
OH, WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
I WANNA FEEL YOU, I WANNA THRILL YOU GIRL
I WANT TO CARESS YOU, OOH
HELP UNDRESS YOU GIRL
HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY BABY
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
OH, WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
AND OOH BABY, DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING
SO LET'S LIVE IT BABY, YEAH
MOST OF THE PEOPLE SAY THAT LOVE IS FOR THE GIVING
SO LET ME LOVE YOU GIRL, YEAH
HEY ( 6 TIMES) BABE
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT
OH, WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S TIME FOR LOVE
HEY (5 TIMES)
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT,
WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
SOME PEOPLE SAY THAT LIFE IS FOR THE LIVING
SO LET'S LIVE IT BABY, YEAH
MOST OF THE PEOPLE SAY THAT LOVE IS FOR THE GIVING
SO LET ME LOVE YOU GIRL, YEAH
AND HEY, BABY, DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT, OH
WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
AND HEY, BABY, DON'T YOU EVER SAY GOODNIGHT
OH WHEN YOU KNOW I GOTTA HAVE YOUR LOVE
OOH WE BABE, DON'T EVER, EVER SAY, DON'T EVER, EVER, SAY
EVER, EVER, EVER SAY
DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT, DON'T SAY GOODNIGHT

song performed by Isley Brothers
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Goodnight Tonight

Dont get too tired for love
Dont let it end
Dont say goodnight to love
It may never be the same again
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
You can say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont get too tired for love
Dont let it end
Dont say goodnight to love
Its a feeling that may never end
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight
Dont say it!
Dont say it!
Say anything but, dont say goodnight tonight

song performed by Paul McCartney
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Tired Of Being Blonde

(l. raspberry)
She left the credit cards under her goodbye note
all of these are yours, goodbye? and that was all she wrote
Keys to the porsche she dropped on the floor in the den
Left in the ? 0 dodge that he drove her in
She wasnt angry, she wasnt sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
Tired of being blonde
Tired of running around with the usual guys and gals
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living up to all he expected
Tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of letting her dreams go neglected
She used to love to know she rounded out his world
She used to love to be all he ever loved in a girl
He liked to buy her clothes that made her sexy and cute
Guess she decided shed been too long away from her roots
She wasnt crazy, she wasnt mad
She just knew in her heart they had drained her of all that she had
Tired of being blonde
Tired of all the platinum frustration
Tired of being blonde
Tired of looking like a cutie on the cover of a magazine
Tired of being blonde
Tired of chasing all the latest sensations
She wasnt angry, no, no, she wasnt sad
She was just leaving a life that a lot of women wish they had
She was tired of being blonde
Tired of living a life that had only been planned by one
Tired of being blonde
Tired of coping with the desperation
Tired of being blonde
Tired of fighting back the feeling inside that told her to run
Tired of being blonde
Tired of hiding her own inclinations

song performed by Carly Simon
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Who’ll Wear the Beaten Colours?

Who’ll wear the beaten colours—and cheer the beaten men?
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again?
Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?

We closed the bars and gambling dens and voted straight and clean,
Our women walked while motor cars were whirling round the scene,
The Potts Point Vote was one for Greed and Ease and Luxury
With all to hold, and coward gold, and beaten folk are we.

Who’ll wear the beaten colours, with hands and pockets clean?
(I wore the beaten colours since I was seventeen)
I wore them up, and wore them down, Outback and across the sea—
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, and wear them home with me?

We wore them back from Ladysmith to where the peace was signed,
And wore them through the London streets where Jingoes howled behind.
We wore them to the Queen’s Hall, while England yelled “Pro-Boers!”
And sat them over victory while London banged the doors.1

We wore them from Port Arthur round till all sunk in the sea—
(Who’ll wear the white man’s colours, and wear them home with me?)
I’ve worn them through with gentlemen, with work-slaves and alone—
Who’ll wear the beaten colours, boys, and wear them on his own?

There’s one would look with startled eyes and shrink while I caressed,
Came I not with the colours of the conquered on my breast.
And twenty thousand Bushmen would stand with hands behind
And scorn in all their faces for the coward of his kind.

Who’ll wear the beaten colours and raise the voice they drowned—
It may be when we march again, they’ll bear some other sound—
Who’ll pin the beaten colours on and drive the beaten pen—
It may be other steel and ink when we march out again.

poem by Henry Lawson
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Thurso’s Landing

I
The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
Where it falls from the north to Mill Creek. They scattered and hid
Behind cut banks, except one blond young man
Who stooped over the rock and strolled away smiling
As if he shared a secret joke with the dynamite;
It waited until he had passed back of a boulder,
Then split its rock cage; a yellowish torrent
Of fragments rose up the air and the echoes bumped
From mountain to mountain. The men returned slowly
And took up their dropped tools, while a banner of dust
Waved over the gorge on the northwest wind, very high
Above the heads of the forest.
Some distance west of the road,
On the promontory above the triangle
Of glittering ocean that fills the gorge-mouth,
A woman and a lame man from the farm below
Had been watching, and turned to go down the hill. The young
woman looked back,
Widening her violet eyes under the shade of her hand. 'I think
they'll blast again in a minute.'
And the man: 'I wish they'd let the poor old road be. I don't
like improvements.' 'Why not?' 'They bring in the world;
We're well without it.' His lameness gave him some look of age
but he was young too; tall and thin-faced,
With a high wavering nose. 'Isn't he amusing,' she said, 'that
boy Rick Armstrong, the dynamite man,
How slowly he walks away after he lights the fuse. He loves to
show off. Reave likes him, too,'
She added; and they clambered down the path in the rock-face,
little dark specks
Between the great headland rock and the bright blue sea.

II
The road-workers had made their camp
North of this headland, where the sea-cliff was broken down and
sloped to a cove. The violet-eyed woman's husband,
Reave Thurso, rode down the slope to the camp in the gorgeous
autumn sundown, his hired man Johnny Luna
Riding behind him. The road-men had just quit work and four
or five were bathing in the purple surf-edge,
The others talked by the tents; blue smoke fragrant with food
and oak-wood drifted from the cabin stove-pipe
And slowly went fainting up the vast hill.
Thurso drew rein by
a group of men at a tent door
And frowned at them without speaking, square-shouldered and
heavy-jawed, too heavy with strength for so young a man,
He chose one of the men with his eyes. 'You're Danny Woodruff,

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Spies

Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...
Generation x is the title they use
When I skate down mackenzie avenue.
Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal
Maybe cause Im (wheelin? ) in some dickies and some sandals
Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
The old folks always sayin that we aint no good
Talkin to my pops about my music
Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it
Man, I dont sweat those old ass bastards.
I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered
They work all day long, they seem so bored
I think their ass should reside in the county morgue
Theyre postin up signs, man I think they should chill
Talkin if I dont call the cops then my neighbor will
Cause from city to city its all the same.
The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired the way they walk,
Sick and tired the way they talk
Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I think theyre walkin towards me, I light another...
Every night when the street lights came on
We used to gather round, take rips from that bong.
Cause john wayne country, republican block
A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops.
Cook and clean, the life of slave
Take kottonmouths advice and call jenny craig
Its not in my control, when we were in school
Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule

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song performed by Kottonmouth Kings
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The Goodnight Song

you're my backseat lover who never wears a seatbelt
my angel who can't keep her halo straight
you've got a shoulder for me to cry on
and another with a devil to steer me the wrong way

so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song

you're a hardcore version of a damsel in distress
cut my heart, pour the salt, and press
then you kiss it to, heal the wound
now the sun's rising, morning's coming soon

so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song

your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but you're everything my dreamcatcher caught
your tongue's so evil, the skin on your teeth peels off
but i'm never gonna ask you to stop

so let's go, let's go
bottom's up, bottom's up, baby girl, tonight is the night that maybe
tonight, tonight, maybe i will get some sleep,
i won't be thinking of you
goodnight, goodnight, sleep tight, sweet dreams, so long,
this is the goodnight song

poem by Not The Pilot
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So Tired

Scent on a postcard
A memory left behind
Warm hand, cool look but no time...
Winsome lose some
Hung up on old flame
My heart depends on fire
So who am I to make demands on love?
...relax and walk on by
So tired
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Living life alone
So tired
Beaten like a drum
Kiss the right faces
And tap the party line
Short measure of cheap skate pleasure
Easier said than done
Sip the night water
But not too drunk to say
Well just who am I to ever hope to love you?
Id turn and shy away
So tired
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Living life alone
So tired
Beaten like a drum
Once upon a bed
You said you loved me
Once upon a bed
Those eyes of blue
Now what am I supposed to do?
So tired -
So tired
Beaten like a drum
So tired
Live my life alone, so alone
Once upon a bed
You said you loved me
Once upon a bed
Those eyes of blue
And what am I to rhyme with you?
Now I lie alone and so defenceless
Dream of love in sunny daze with you
So tired...

song performed by Haircut 100
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I'm Tired Of Giving It

I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.

I'm tired of giving it.
My patience and with love.
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.
And no one gives to me.
It seems.

Time and understanding,
With an empathy that feeds...
I'm tired of giving it,
Everything I need.

A listening ear,
To comprehend my feelings.
Maybe I shouldn't even be near...
To have a dumping of a pity appear.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
Tired of giving it,
Empathy...
No one gives to me.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,
With a showing of impatience.

Tired of giving up,
Time.
Tired of giving up,
Patience.
I'm tired of hoping to find...
Some peace-of-mind.

I'm tired of giving it,
My time.
I'm tired of giving it,
My patience.
I'm tired of losing my mind,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tom Zart's 52 Best Of The Rest America At War Poems

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

The White House
Washington
Tom Zart's Poems

March 16,2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan

Dear Lillian:
Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.
Best Wishes.

Sincerely,

George W. Bush

SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

Our sons and daughters serve in harm's way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.

They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.

The plotters and planners of America's doom
Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.

They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.

The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.

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poem by Tom Zart
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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto III

THE ARGUMENT

The scatter'd rout return and rally,
Surround the place; the Knight does sally,
And is made pris'ner: Then they seize
Th' inchanted fort by storm; release
Crowdero, and put the Squire in's place;
I should have first said Hudibras.

Ah me! what perils do environ
The man that meddles with cold iron!
What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps
Do dog him still with after-claps!
For though dame Fortune seem to smile
And leer upon him for a while,
She'll after shew him, in the nick
Of all his glories, a dog-trick.
This any man may sing or say,
I' th' ditty call'd, What if a Day?
For HUDIBRAS, who thought h' had won
The field, as certain as a gun;
And having routed the whole troop,
With victory was cock a-hoop;
Thinking h' had done enough to purchase
Thanksgiving-day among the Churches,
Wherein his mettle, and brave worth,
Might be explain'd by Holder-forth,
And register'd, by fame eternal,
In deathless pages of diurnal;
Found in few minutes, to his cost,
He did but count without his host;
And that a turn-stile is more certain
Than, in events of war, dame Fortune.

For now the late faint-hearted rout,
O'erthrown, and scatter'd round about,
Chas'd by the horror of their fear
From bloody fray of Knight and Bear,
(All but the dogs, who, in pursuit
Of the Knight's victory, stood to't,
And most ignobly fought to get
The honour of his blood and sweat,)
Seeing the coast was free and clear
O' th' conquer'd and the conqueror,
Took heart again, and fac'd about,
As if they meant to stand it out:
For by this time the routed Bear,
Attack'd by th' enemy i' th' rear,
Finding their number grew too great
For him to make a safe retreat,

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poem by Samuel Butler
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I Dont Wanna Say Goodnight

(al anderson /robert ellis orrall)
Just one innocent smile that I could have missed
Thats all it took to start all this
One word so softly spoken when I needed it most
Why you, why right now, who knows?
And I dont know why this is happenin
Why it feels so right
But I do know I dont wanna say goodnight
Last kiss until tomorrow out on the front porch swing
Till then nothin means anything
And I dont know why this is happenin
Why it feels so right
But I do know I dont wanna say goodnight
I cant let go when Im holdin you tight
All I dream of is that day when we dont have to say goodnight
And I dont know why this is happenin
Why it feels so right
But I do know I dont wanna say goodnight
And I dont know why this is happenin
Why it feels so right
But I do know I dont wanna say goodnight
Just one innocent smile that I could have missed
Thats all it took to start all this
Oh no, I dont wanna say goodnight
Oh no, I dont wanna say goodnight
Oh, I dont wanna say goodnight
Oh no, just wanna hold you tight

song performed by Olivia Newton-John
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Tired

I can be your liar
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
Is this just desire or the truth

So shame on me for the ruse
Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired
I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired

Hanging on this wire
Waiting for the day where I'll have to choose
Cursed by love so dire
One more boy for hire
One more boy to lend a hand to you
Is this just desire or the truth

So shame on me for the ruse
Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired
I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired of you

I can be your liar
I can be your bearer of bad news
Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire
Burning like a flame inside of you
Is this just desire or the truth

So shame on me for the ruse
Shame on me for the blues
Another one returned that I'll never use

I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you
I'm not getting tired
I won't go getting tired of you
I won't go getting tired of you

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song performed by Foo Fighters from One By One
Added by Lucian Velea
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