Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas
Cos' turkeys just wanna hav fun
Turkeys are cool, turkeys are wicked
An every turkey has a Mum.
Be nice to yu turkeys dis christmas,
Don't eat it, keep it alive,
It could be yu mate, an not on your plate
Say, Yo! Turkey I'm on your side.
I got lots of friends who are turkeys
An all of dem fear christmas time,
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ceaseless watcher, behold your triumph,
apathetic eyes prying into weary flesh,
the beholding, isn't it an accurate name?
you have seized what little I had left.
and as I step onto the street,
I feel them stare into my every thought,
every dark impulse, every light deceit,
all this and more finally, horribly caught.
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Suffer not an illusion , Keep your mind on what is real.
Start right from the beginning. For time does not stand still.
We have to face our problems day in and out.
That's the only way to find out, what life is about.
Think fast on tomorrow, and everything it bring.
Put whatever you've learned to good use.
Or your life won't mean a thing.
I am not trying to be dramatic.
I am just telling you what's true.
Be kind to others, and everything will be better for you.
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'Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony ground between Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me, when addressed, belong to the abode of Ummi Awfa?
'And is it her dwelling at the two stony meadows, seeming as though they were the renewed tattoo marks in the sinews of the wrist?
'The wild cows and the white deer are wandering about there, one herd behind the other, while their young are springing up from every lying-down place.
'I stood again near it, (the encampment of the tribe of Awfa,) after an absence of twenty years, and with some efforts, I know her abode again after thinking awhile.
'I recognized the three stones blackened by fire at the place where the kettle used to be placed at night, and the trench round the encampment, which had not burst, like the source of a pool.
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Clouds gather, treetops toss and sway;
But pour us wine, an old one!
That we may turn this dreary day
To golden; yes, to golden!
What if the storm outside destroy
Alike Christian and heathen?
Nature must sweep the old away
To bring on a new season.
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A sudden blaze,sharp and fierce,
piercing the quiet like a blade of glass,
splintering shadows that once cloaked the world.
I am caught, breathless, eyes wide and empty,
a moth to the flame, forgetting the dark
that was once my shelter.
All I see is brilliance, burning
away the known
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Boldness, we
To, in life,
Sweat is the
That achieves
-
If we develop
We lose our
Comes only
Never fear
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I love you, thought my voice can't find the way.
Trapped in this silence with so much to say.
It's agony living, knowing you'll never see.
The depths of my longing, the love meant to be.
Each glance, each moment, your smile a light.
But when it fades, I'm swallowed by night.
Unworthy, I feel, beneath your cold gaze.
A sign of hope lost in endless haze.
Your indifference cuts deeper than a knife.
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Fear, a word so grand
Where every decision we make,
Lies in our hands.
It protects us from harm
Yet kills us mentally
Life wouldn’t be challenging.,
If we didn’t have problems to solve eventually.
Phobia a word so vast,
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Starting something new
is a bit scary at first.
It's not the beginning that's hard,
but seeing it the whole way through.
Sometimes we make it to the end.
Sometimes we don't.
If we do make it through,
it makes us feel good.
A sense of joy when we look back
at what we accomplished.
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