Quotes about spry
Spry is not a look, spry is behavior.
quote by Robert Culp
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Bellas Birthday Cake
Bellas birthday cake
Bella played the bridge every second loneliest night of the year
Took a certain liking to a fellow there - bella
She said I brought her back to some old better man - fellah
Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry
Bellas birthday cake was burning
Like lightning, like fire
Bellas birthday cake was burning...
Bella made her bed in red every loneliest night of the year
Tied me to the rages of her rocking chair - bella
Fed me quiet offer through her ever wares - Ill tell ya
Bella she was born today feeling kinda spry
Bellas birthday cake was burning
Like lightning, like fire
Bellas birthday cake was burning
Ever yearning forest fire
And all of her lines she left unread
Spirits and battles won, she said
And over her mountian tops she ground me off
Where...i cant remember...
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song performed by Five For Fighting
Added by Lucian Velea
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Old Spense
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend?
'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.
The way he made the dollars fly,
Such gimcrack things a-buyin'--
He spent a big share ov a fortin'
On pesky things that went a snortin'
And hollerin' over all the fields,
And ploughin' ev'ry furrow;
We sort ov felt discouraged, for
Spense wusn't one to borrow;
An' wus--the old chap wouldn't lend
A cent's wuth to his dearest friend!
Good land! the neighbours seed to wunst
Them snortin', screamin' notions
Wus jest enough tew drown the yearth
In wrath, like roarin' oceans,
'An' guess'd the Lord would give old Spense
Blue fits for fightin' Pruvidence!'
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poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Superlative Story
Superlative Story
I Syntaxical Sequence
II Strange Stanza Succession Starts
III Scenario Synopsis
IV Sensuality, sense, sensibility,
V Substitute Spousal Suggestions
VI Seesaw Simplicity: Seraglio Simularities Spurned
VII Solution
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I SYNTAXICAL SEQUENCE
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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When You Grow Old
When You Grow Old
I'm not as spry
As I once was
That's what happens
When you grow old
Edwin Tanguma © 2/10/2012
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Scene From The Future's Web
Gorilla, man, have played their innings out,
Freeway turned to grass without a doubt
Spider, which waited long, will reign supreme.
Sirens silent, mankind just dust done dream
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall all spiders scout
winging hummers, shawl fly caught, spun scheme
singing drummers' sprawl, spry sought fun theme!
(2 March 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Birthday Twinkle
The years pass by
Without even giving it a try
Without pushing it to the limits
And you wonder why
You feel older.
The veneer chips away
Soon you can’t hide
What is inside
An empty chest or a treasure trove
Surprise the spry second
With strength, happiness and love
And of birthdays, you'll be fond
Celebrating, with a twinkle in your eye
poem by Kamini Arichandran
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What the Miner in the Desert Said
The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg,
A wondrous water-feast.
If I could climb the ridge and drink
And give drink to my beast;
If I could drain that keg, the flies
Would not be biting so,
My burning feet be spry again,
My mule no longer slow.
And I could rise and dig for ore,
And reach my fatherland,
And not be food for ants and hawks
And perish in the sand.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Weaves
Rose blooms were fading like flames;
in my serene garden, and your advent
quiet downpouring was, flow in veins.
Unspoken wraith I was on distant sky;
(quiet downpouring - rain flow godsent) ,
nicely on fields the pure drops fell spry;
Your raindrops I transformed to song,
sweet melodic play, while the leaves,
accepted this entreaty I strung along,
in my blooming solitude's fate weaves.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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A Writing passion
On the bright tail of the lake
Contribution from the bright rays
I put part of the writing passion
holding my loves finger
Hiding from the world's eyes
I hav to go flying across the sky
with stars filled in my hands
flowing in your love ocean
wanna go deep down high
When you step down gently
in deep water of the lake
go quietly tocuhing your lips
These spry waves falling shy
poem by Seema Gupta
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