I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.
I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments,
Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into sunglow moments.
Teaching was thrilling and rewarding, a great way to share the love of music,
As roving stars ever return to grape, dusk skies, being apparently homesick.
Loving mysterious music as I did, it followed naturally that I loved to dance;
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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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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.
So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for long been a passion,
Which left contemporary audiences happy, like hued rainbow's lovely sections.
The art had ever fascinated me, being able to convey so much without words,
Only expression, motions and heavy makeup, as when rose and night concur.
Fab, familiar friends flashed flawless smiles, in my flourishing, vibrant garden,
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We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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I was seventy-seven, come August,
I shall shortly be losing my bloom;
I've experienced zephyr and raw gust
And (symbolical) flood and simoom.
When you come to this time of abatement,
To this passing from Summer to Fall,
It is manners to issue a statement
As to what you got out of it all.
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I was a college music teacher, engaged in pitch, tempo, rhythm and melody,
As lavish planets dance around a golden star, with the zeal of fuchsia fidelity.
I taught harmony, vocals and singing, and how to play musical instruments,
Like the harmony of redbird's distant calls, entering into sunglow moments.
Teaching was thrilling and rewarding, a great way to share the love of music,
As roving stars ever return to grape, dusk skies, being apparently homesick.
Loving mysterious music as I did, it followed naturally that I loved to dance;
......
I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.
So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for long been a passion,
Which left contemporary audiences happy, like hued rainbow's lovely sections.
The art had ever fascinated me, being able to convey so much without words,
Only expression, motions and heavy makeup, as when rose and night concur.
Fab, familiar friends flashed flawless smiles, in my flourishing, vibrant garden,
......
They rise and sparkle and crackle,
Shaming the nakedness of the skies
And the city, with one frightful flame of
Youth,
Burning with the zest of
Seasonal lore.
At Christmas, they salute the days
Creamed by snow and sleet,
Thrusting in us the wisdom of
Global ceremonies.
......
This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ringꓽ
Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!
Grand invitations
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I feel my heart beating fast
me and my love alone at last.
we slowly climbed onto the bed
I can't repeat the words i said.
she grabbed my hand to pull me near
a simple whisper in my ear.
I placed a kiss upon her lips
as both her hands clench my hips.
down my sides run her finger nails
she knows full well, it never fails.
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