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I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Nothing is so great an example of bad manners as flattery. If you flatter all the company, you please none; If you flatter only one or two, you offend the rest.

quote by Jonathan Swift
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Romanticly charmed

I slither upon one of another outer shell
cool lips pressed against
one whose kisses are hard to resist
warm bold hands upon thy back
romantic whispers set me back
hypnotized by your sexy eyes
I flatter my lashes
you flatter your abbs
your charms are the only one
that can really turn this whole thing around'

the love bell jingles
and we go down

sigh
kiss
rub
cupid really must be bound

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poem by Brooke Moran
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With a Weakness of Mind and Physicality

Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,
To living a life that is public.
And not discreet.

Some habitually hide themselves,
Under layers of choice and voices selected.
And choose words heard,
That flatter as preferred.

It takes courage to step out in front.
To confront opposition and be blunt.
People who fear to have their feelings hurt,
Are usually those,
Who spread gossip with a thirst.

Rising above criticism and self critique,
May be a little easier...
For someone accustomed,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like a Scent I Did Not Invent

Like a scent I did not invent...
I can not prevent or stop,
Images used with my words lifted.
By those who flatter,
And yet invade.

One day they may consider,
My thoughts about their approach.
One day they may even think of me,
While they encroach upon my activities.
To see me less as a novelty...
But someone with feelings,
They disregard but touch.

Like a scent I did not invent...
I can not prevent or stop,
Images used with my words lifted.
By those who flatter,
And yet invade.
For purposes 'they' have,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pride And Ego

I hide this in my heart,
for a long time and,
people noticed it,
friends talked about it,
though they do not know,
what that is hidden anew,
I nurture it day by day,
strengthen it say by say,
people noticed it,
friends talked about it,
When they know about it,
I do not understand what is it,
I boast about me and
let my friends to flatter about me,
For the flattering that I get,
I boast about me and
let myself to flatter about them,
My friends know about it,
I know about them,
To survive in this world,

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poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Bonnie Lass o' Ruily

'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass
With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass,
And her eyes were as azure the blue sky,
Which caused Donald McNeill to heave many a love sigh

Beyond the township of Ruily she never had been,
This pretty maid with tiny feet and aged eighteen;
And when Donald would ask her to be his wife,
"No," she would say, "I'm not going to stay here all my life."

"I'm sick of this life," she said to Donald one day,
"By making the parridge and carrying peats from the bog far away."
"Then marry me, Belle, and peats you shall never carry again,
And we might take a trip to Glasgow and there remain."

Then she answered him crossly, "I wish you wouldn't bother me,
For I'm tired of this kind of talk, as you may see."
So at last there came a steamer to Ruily one day,
So big that if almost seemed to fill the bay.

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poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Last Dance

I'm so glad you came i'm so glad
You remembered to see how we're ending our last
Dance together expectant too puctual but
Prettier than ever i really believed that this time
It's forever
But older than me now more constant more real
And the fur and the mouth and the innocence
Turned to hair and contentment that hangs in
Abesement a woman now standing where once
There was only a girl
I'm so glad you came i'm so glad you
Remembered the walking through walls in the
Heart of december the blindness of happiness
Of falling down laughing and i really believed
That this time was forever
But christmas falls late now flatter and colder
And never as bright as when we used to fall all
This in an instant before i can kiss you a woman
Now standing were once there was only a girl
I'm so glad that you came i'm so glad you

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song performed by Cure
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make a big scene
make this glass house my coffin
you missed the big picture
well its the words that youre coughing out on your sleeve
so forge my sins here in song
well i'm telling you now what youve known all along
and its tired, so true, more subtle than you
theres a lull in the stereo
its calling for you (calling for you)
its calling for you
well i'm a slave to my vices (its true)
theyve all been renamed as a crutch
so drag my name and my face through the mud
flattery can flatter me (flattery can flatter me)
showing just how vicious you could be
do what you came here to do (do what you came here to do)
trigger finger gets you pointed in the right direction
my new found discretion
its not a lie if you believe it
its no mistake if its always repeated

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song performed by Taking Back Sunday
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To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington

Long, Dodington, in debt, I long have sought
To ease the burden of my graceful thought:
And now a poet's gratitude you see:
Grant him two favours, and he'll ask for three:
For whose the present glory, or the gain?
You give protection, I a worthless strain.
You love and feel the poet's sacred flame,
And know the basis of a solid fame;
Though prone to like, yet cautious to commend,
You read with all the malice of a friend;
Nor favour my attempts that way alone,
But, more to raise my verse, conceal your own.
An ill-tim'd modesty! turn ages o'er,
When wanted Britain bright examples more?
Her learning, and her genius too, decays;
And dark and cold are her declining days;
As if men now were of another cast,
They meanly live on alms of ages past,
Men still are men; and they who boldly dare,
Shall triumph o'er the sons of cold despair;

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poem by Edward Young
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