When you're throwing out your punches at the rate of snow. If you break and have some, you can let it flow. You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar. You're a bit combustible, don't break my heart.
Now our afflictions have no end, Now all our stricken host lies down And no man fights off death with his mind; The noble plowland bears no grain, And groaning mothers can not bear- See, how our lives like birds take wing, Like sparks that fly when a fire soars, To the shore of the god of evening.
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore - What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
There are no swords in this attack by fire, No shields, but we are ringed with cries. Send the besieger plunging from our homes Into the vast sea-room of the Atlantic Or into the waves that foam eastward of Thrace- For the day ravages what the night spares- Destroy our enemy, lord of the thunder! Let him be riven by lightening from heaven!
One day remembering her kernel-stone She set it by a wall that faced the south; Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root, Watched for a waxing shoot, But there came none.
One little Tailmon on a sunny day Put on his hat and went out to play Two little Tailmon when it started getting dark Put on their hats and went to the park. Three little Tailmon when the sky was blue Put on their hats and went to the zoo. Four little Tailmon by the kitchen door Put on their hats and went to the store. Five little Tailmon on a sunny day Put on their hats and they all ran away.
[anonymous, untraceable]poeticsharkJune 29 2009, 03:25:14 UTC
I am made of spark and steel Those who doubt find my power real I become what I am not To bring about justice's rot Beneath the sea I lie in wait Razor sharp define's my maw's gate In another form I fire with waves and with an anchor's crash I bring evil's rave
Re: [anonymous, untraceable] Mun has no idea.fowl_mud_boyJune 29 2009, 14:16:31 UTC
Oft I must strive with wind and wave, battle them both when under the sea. I feel out the bottom, a foreign land. In lying still I am strong in the strife; If I fail in that they are stronger than I, And wrenching me loose, soon put me to rout. They wish to capture what I must keep. I can master them both if my grip holds out, If the rocks bring succour and lend support, Strength in the struggle.
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If you break and have some, you can let it flow.
You're eighty pounds of wreckage in a mason jar.
You're a bit combustible, don't break my heart.
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With your one good eye?
And do you think you can beat me?
Hm, well come on, come on
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With your one good leg?
And do you think you can beat me?
Why don't you wait until you get out of bed?
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Now all our stricken host lies down
And no man fights off death with his mind;
The noble plowland bears no grain,
And groaning mothers can not bear-
See, how our lives like birds take wing,
Like sparks that fly when a fire soars,
To the shore of the god of evening.
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Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
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No shields, but we are ringed with cries.
Send the besieger plunging from our homes
Into the vast sea-room of the Atlantic
Or into the waves that foam eastward of Thrace-
For the day ravages what the night spares-
Destroy our enemy, lord of the thunder!
Let him be riven by lightening from heaven!
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She set it by a wall that faced the south;
Dewed it with tears, hoped for a root,
Watched for a waxing shoot,
But there came none.
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Put on his hat and went out to play
Two little Tailmon when it started getting dark
Put on their hats and went to the park.
Three little Tailmon when the sky was blue
Put on their hats and went to the zoo.
Four little Tailmon by the kitchen door
Put on their hats and went to the store.
Five little Tailmon on a sunny day
Put on their hats and they all ran away.
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...hmm...
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What's that sir?
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OH! A TOWEL!
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Those who doubt find my power real
I become what I am not
To bring about justice's rot
Beneath the sea I lie in wait
Razor sharp define's my maw's gate
In another form I fire with waves
and with an anchor's crash I bring evil's rave
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when under the sea.
I feel out the bottom, a foreign land. In lying still I am
strong in the strife;
If I fail in that they are stronger than I, And
wrenching me loose, soon put me to rout.
They wish to capture what I must keep. I can master
them both if my grip holds out,
If the rocks bring succour and lend support, Strength
in the struggle.
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