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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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Dear Poet Friends, Here is a poem by a young Canadian poet named Darien, which I found while browsing the Net! I would like to share this with you as a prelude to my poem about the 'Rise of The Third Reich', - which I hope to post on this Site shortly. Thanks, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi World War II - ADOLF ****** by DARIEN,  Aug 21, 2006 Austria raised a man so vile and vicious His life was dark, callous and malicious Passions of hatred engraved in his mind As he plotted to create his own mankind A soldier for Germany in World War One War to end all wars had only just begun The National Socialist Party appeared fast Their numbers grew rapidly as time passed Charismatic oratory and propaganda his tool False promises made, people he would fool Were Nazis the one to bring hope? Perhaps Without their help Germany would collapse The Reichstag Fire would be a stepping stone Germany's President died, he took the throne He became the fuhrer leader of all Germany And would start the worst war of the century War had been started with a Nazi-Soviet pact Together with Russia, Poland they attacked England and France were not ready for war Marching of Nazis soldiers was not ignored. Mussolini became his ally and supported him For all other countries their chances were slim Many countries were defeated in a few days the Fascist and Nazis would give him praise Blitzkrieg was a strategy that worked most In defeating all his enemies he came close The Nazis would spread all across Europe But it would be at Stalingrad they would stop Communist regimes were one group he did hate Yet it was the Jews he would try to annihilate In all cruelty, bloodshed, war would soon end There was still so much for people to defend On V-Day he saw all his armies demolished ****** and fascism in Europe was abolished World War Two ended the areas were secure From that evil, monstrous beast Adolf ******                                       - By Darien. (Canada)   ..........................................................................
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC
RAJNANDY
WORLD WAR II - ADOLF ******
Dear Poet Friends, Here is a poem by a young Canadian poet named Darien, which I found while browsing the Net! I would like to share this with you as a prelude to my poem about the 'Rise of The Third Reich', - which I hope to post on this Site shortly. Thanks, - Raj Nandy, New Delhi World War II - ADOLF ****** by DARIEN,  Aug 21, 2006 Austria raised a man so vile and vicious His life was dark, callous and malicious Passions of hatred engraved in his mind As he plotted to create his own mankind A soldier for Germany in World War One War to end all wars had only just begun The National Socialist Party appeared fast Their numbers grew rapidly as time passed Charismatic oratory and propaganda his tool False promises made, people he would fool Were Nazis the one to bring hope? Perhaps Without their help Germany would collapse The Reichstag Fire would be a stepping stone Germany's President died, he took the throne He became the fuhrer leader of all Germany And would start the worst war of the century War had been started with a Nazi-Soviet pact Together with Russia, Poland they attacked England and France were not ready for war Marching of Nazis soldiers was not ignored. Mussolini became his ally and supported him For all other countries their chances were slim Many countries were defeated in a few days the Fascist and Nazis would give him praise Blitzkrieg was a strategy that worked most In defeating all his enemies he came close The Nazis would spread all across Europe But it would be at Stalingrad they would stop Communist regimes were one group he did hate Yet it was the Jews he would try to annihilate In all cruelty, bloodshed, war would soon end There was still so much for people to defend On V-Day he saw all his armies demolished ****** and fascism in Europe was abolished World War Two ended the areas were secure From that evil, monstrous beast Adolf ******                                       - By Darien. (Canada)   ..........................................................................
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lips become cherry red when I cry and chasing cars hurts from my ears                                                  down to my toes because it was never wasting time    I almost killed my jeep battery (forgot to turn the lights off)              drinking coffee to Iowa cornfields and a resurrected yearning maybe I'll leave (I want to)             --LA, Paris, Austria, Versailles, Rio, Carmel, Amsterdam, Mumbai-- I'm audacious and arrogant--much too proud of                                my flaws leaving would be easy: intoxicating like caffeine        stars        fear        laughing kisses but staying means home and English and standing out like a sore thumb (a beautiful one) in public             and the people I deeply love                                       (and need) I can admit that now so I'll watch the Capri Sun orange sunset once again tonight and try to intoxicate myself with                cornfields, sassy 8th graders, my beautiful examples of true love, ADD, bashful boy,                        and pieces of the world                                                                          on my body
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
sweet-ridicule
intoxicating
lips become cherry red when I cry and chasing cars hurts from my ears                                                  down to my toes because it was never wasting time    I almost killed my jeep battery (forgot to turn the lights off)              drinking coffee to Iowa cornfields and a resurrected yearning maybe I'll leave (I want to)             --LA, Paris, Austria, Versailles, Rio, Carmel, Amsterdam, Mumbai-- I'm audacious and arrogant--much too proud of                                my flaws leaving would be easy: intoxicating like caffeine        stars        fear        laughing kisses but staying means home and English and standing out like a sore thumb (a beautiful one) in public             and the people I deeply love                                       (and need) I can admit that now so I'll watch the Capri Sun orange sunset once again tonight and try to intoxicate myself with                cornfields, sassy 8th graders, my beautiful examples of true love, ADD, bashful boy,                        and pieces of the world                                                                          on my body
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there was a little duck a clever duck was he he just love the snow and he just loved to ski he took a little trip for a skiing holiday in the land of austria so very far away packing up a bag he boarded on plane sitting by the window to look out of the pane he was very happy as happy as can be and all along the mountain tops he could plainly see he reached his destination and headed for the snow with his little skis so he could have ago he climbed up a mountain high up in the sky then he  could ski down again and watch the world go by swerving in and out with his speed so fast racing to the bottom till the finish line was passed going over bumps flying through the air jumping over everything  he really didnt care he got to the bottom is skiing it was done it gave him such a thrill and he enjoyed the fun
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Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
william-worthless-1
ski duck
there was a little duck a clever duck was he he just love the snow and he just loved to ski he took a little trip for a skiing holiday in the land of austria so very far away packing up a bag he boarded on plane sitting by the window to look out of the pane he was very happy as happy as can be and all along the mountain tops he could plainly see he reached his destination and headed for the snow with his little skis so he could have ago he climbed up a mountain high up in the sky then he  could ski down again and watch the world go by swerving in and out with his speed so fast racing to the bottom till the finish line was passed going over bumps flying through the air jumping over everything  he really didnt care he got to the bottom is skiing it was done it gave him such a thrill and he enjoyed the fun
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I like hearing you talk about Mozart Because it means you’re listening. His piano keys are no different from mine. I like hearing you talk about Mozart. I used to play his pieces before I sleep. His arpeggio is my lullaby; His laughter, a sombre tune to which I tune My keys. There’s no denying that you like Mozart; Never mind his spending habit. I sometimes think you are Mozart. I think Beethoven was fad gone true because He was deaf to his laughter, And Schubert was too old, too young to remember How to step on the pedals While he tried his many operas On his baby grand piano. I think of Mozart in my sleep, in my dreams, On the toilet, while eating. I think of Mozart and his young son And the requiem he stood dying to finish. Mozart became a One night stand, and I am not proud of that. I majored in advertising, God knows why, and maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I factored one and two equals the sign of what digit, And maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I wrote a story once, About a starving artist; Maybe he was the force behind that. I filled my library with fiction, And fiction became a running schedule for me. Maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I’ve grown roots and sprouted horns listening to Bach; I don’t think Mozart knew that. But it was the size of the shoe that never fit me in third grade, And the roots run as deep as a well of Hope grown asunder. I knew Mozart would not like that. And it was holy. We are holy. He was holy. Mozart was holy. Mozart was holy. Mozart was holier than a cow gunned for meat turned to steak And corned beef on my breakfast sandwich. Mozart was holier than a dishwashing paste advertisement That promises oil free, squeaky clean Experience. Mozart was more than a religious façade played in the sala Of some affluent geeky teenager’s house Where no one bothers to eat the garnishing. Mozart was holier than Bach, Chopin, Stravinsky, Wagner. His flute promised a princess to remain priceless. Mozart was holier than Salieri. Mozart knew better than Salieri. Mozart played better than Salieri, And he got the better of Salieri when Antonio himself said, **** that Austrian ****** who plays, lives and howls like a show monkey. **** this court. **** this Emperor who can hardly keep together his fingers to play. **** Austria. **** Vienna. **** this era of opera played in German that hardly sells a ticket. **** this requiem and this boy, This mad man, pint sized and hardly put together like a china doll. **** this piano, and to hell with his lovers.” I saw Mozart once. He waved at me. I turned and looked away because I was listening to you talk about Mozart. And I like hearing you talk about Mozart Than Mozart talking about Himself.
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Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
joyce-garcia
I Like Hearing You Talk About Mozart
I like hearing you talk about Mozart Because it means you’re listening. His piano keys are no different from mine. I like hearing you talk about Mozart. I used to play his pieces before I sleep. His arpeggio is my lullaby; His laughter, a sombre tune to which I tune My keys. There’s no denying that you like Mozart; Never mind his spending habit. I sometimes think you are Mozart. I think Beethoven was fad gone true because He was deaf to his laughter, And Schubert was too old, too young to remember How to step on the pedals While he tried his many operas On his baby grand piano. I think of Mozart in my sleep, in my dreams, On the toilet, while eating. I think of Mozart and his young son And the requiem he stood dying to finish. Mozart became a One night stand, and I am not proud of that. I majored in advertising, God knows why, and maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I factored one and two equals the sign of what digit, And maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I wrote a story once, About a starving artist; Maybe he was the force behind that. I filled my library with fiction, And fiction became a running schedule for me. Maybe Mozart had something to do with that. I’ve grown roots and sprouted horns listening to Bach; I don’t think Mozart knew that. But it was the size of the shoe that never fit me in third grade, And the roots run as deep as a well of Hope grown asunder. I knew Mozart would not like that. And it was holy. We are holy. He was holy. Mozart was holy. Mozart was holy. Mozart was holier than a cow gunned for meat turned to steak And corned beef on my breakfast sandwich. Mozart was holier than a dishwashing paste advertisement That promises oil free, squeaky clean Experience. Mozart was more than a religious façade played in the sala Of some affluent geeky teenager’s house Where no one bothers to eat the garnishing. Mozart was holier than Bach, Chopin, Stravinsky, Wagner. His flute promised a princess to remain priceless. Mozart was holier than Salieri. Mozart knew better than Salieri. Mozart played better than Salieri, And he got the better of Salieri when Antonio himself said, **** that Austrian ****** who plays, lives and howls like a show monkey. **** this court. **** this Emperor who can hardly keep together his fingers to play. **** Austria. **** Vienna. **** this era of opera played in German that hardly sells a ticket. **** this requiem and this boy, This mad man, pint sized and hardly put together like a china doll. **** this piano, and to hell with his lovers.” I saw Mozart once. He waved at me. I turned and looked away because I was listening to you talk about Mozart. And I like hearing you talk about Mozart Than Mozart talking about Himself.
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If you want to be a true influencer you should put in some actual work ****** the Archduke of Austria and his wife The Duchess of Hohenberg Gavrilo Princip did not have many followers He did not have any discount codes for his online store He had a simple dream to break off Austria-Hungary's South Slav provinces so they could be combined into a Yugoslavia, and instead he started a world war If you want to influence society for centuries to come Stop being a coward posting vacation pics online Go out and get yourself a gun
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 7:02 PM UTC
meat-stevens
Influencer
If you want to be a true influencer you should put in some actual work ****** the Archduke of Austria and his wife The Duchess of Hohenberg Gavrilo Princip did not have many followers He did not have any discount codes for his online store He had a simple dream to break off Austria-Hungary's South Slav provinces so they could be combined into a Yugoslavia, and instead he started a world war If you want to influence society for centuries to come Stop being a coward posting vacation pics online Go out and get yourself a gun
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theres a little mouse of the sporty sort snowboarding he loved best it was his favorite sport he took a holiday so he could have ago all the way to Austria a land with lots of snow took his little board and his goggles too to protect his eyes and get a better view he climbed up a mountain to the very top then on to his board the little mouse would hop sliding down the slopes going very fast doing twists and turn while he was going passed lots of little spins that gave it such a thrill doing lots of tricks showing of his skill he got to the bottom of the mountain side coming to a stop with a gentle slide people gathered round to see this sporty chap they began to cheer as they began to clap mouse he was so happy and the crowd were too his holiday and dreams they had all come true
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Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
william-worthless-1
snowboard mouse
theres a little mouse of the sporty sort snowboarding he loved best it was his favorite sport he took a holiday so he could have ago all the way to Austria a land with lots of snow took his little board and his goggles too to protect his eyes and get a better view he climbed up a mountain to the very top then on to his board the little mouse would hop sliding down the slopes going very fast doing twists and turn while he was going passed lots of little spins that gave it such a thrill doing lots of tricks showing of his skill he got to the bottom of the mountain side coming to a stop with a gentle slide people gathered round to see this sporty chap they began to cheer as they began to clap mouse he was so happy and the crowd were too his holiday and dreams they had all come true
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“When we hand down This flag to posterity Paying prices of life To the country's Age-old sovereignty It is with a word of caution 'This generation Should accord due attention To handing down To the coming generation A new Ethiopia To fruits of development A cornucopia!' ” “Yes, grandpa Working day and night We shall take Ethiopia To a new developmental height! Once Ethiopia was great How could we that forget? The country's renaissance Firm we shall advance! For common growth Resources we Shall harness, Allowing the region Soar with wings of success!”// I am happy to announce the birth of my poetic drama In the Vortex of Passion's Wind By United P.C-publication without risk and quickly (Austria) ISBN 978-3-7103-2109-2 Release date09092015 GBP14,90 About the book Shock treatments that attend the wrong turns of life reshape people's mindset anew and nudge them out of their slumbers. On the other hand, as forewarned is forearmed, the sagacious learn from the lapse of the trigger-happy than indulge in the vortex of passion's wind. Miss not this page turner and cliffhanger mainly dealing with HIV/AIDS in a campus of a country worst hit by the pandemic. Please buy and read the book.You could also get your collection of poems published by www.unitedP.c-publishquickly and without a risk
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
alem-hailu-gkristos
Soaring With Wings of Success
“When we hand down This flag to posterity Paying prices of life To the country's Age-old sovereignty It is with a word of caution 'This generation Should accord due attention To handing down To the coming generation A new Ethiopia To fruits of development A cornucopia!' ” “Yes, grandpa Working day and night We shall take Ethiopia To a new developmental height! Once Ethiopia was great How could we that forget? The country's renaissance Firm we shall advance! For common growth Resources we Shall harness, Allowing the region Soar with wings of success!”// I am happy to announce the birth of my poetic drama In the Vortex of Passion's Wind By United P.C-publication without risk and quickly (Austria) ISBN 978-3-7103-2109-2 Release date09092015 GBP14,90 About the book Shock treatments that attend the wrong turns of life reshape people's mindset anew and nudge them out of their slumbers. On the other hand, as forewarned is forearmed, the sagacious learn from the lapse of the trigger-happy than indulge in the vortex of passion's wind. Miss not this page turner and cliffhanger mainly dealing with HIV/AIDS in a campus of a country worst hit by the pandemic. Please buy and read the book.You could also get your collection of poems published by www.unitedP.c-publishquickly and without a risk
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What have these fairy tales made us afraid of? Step moms and snakes? there is more to life that living in fear, And there is more to fear than being afraid. Fear is a feeling of many natures and forms, Including step moms and snakes. Fear isnt only brought on by dark, fear is in love too, and fear is in hate. Fear is in a butterflies first flight, and fear is in our tummys, when something is not right. The Sound of Music showed us more than the sights of Austria, It showed us how to sing, Some times the fear is in what we already know. Fear can control if you let it, and after you see it, its hard to forget, But you can replace your with something bigger. Bigger than the night time, I am the stars. I'm not in heaven, but when i'm with you i'm close. You are faster than the night, and sneakier than the clock ticking past noon. On a Saturday, you are the Sunday afternoon. The fear is less now. You are ahead of my own thought,. You know my bed, You know i have zebra sheets, and a red stain in the corner. You know my body, dimples and scars. You know all the perfections, and defections. The fear is less and less now. Our kisses enable me to hear, clocks ticking around the world. you taste like... words are to meager to describe. There goes the fear, There it goes, out the window, and into the hearts of those, Step moms and Snakes.
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Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
claire-ellen-1
The Doves.
What have these fairy tales made us afraid of? Step moms and snakes? there is more to life that living in fear, And there is more to fear than being afraid. Fear is a feeling of many natures and forms, Including step moms and snakes. Fear isnt only brought on by dark, fear is in love too, and fear is in hate. Fear is in a butterflies first flight, and fear is in our tummys, when something is not right. The Sound of Music showed us more than the sights of Austria, It showed us how to sing, Some times the fear is in what we already know. Fear can control if you let it, and after you see it, its hard to forget, But you can replace your with something bigger. Bigger than the night time, I am the stars. I'm not in heaven, but when i'm with you i'm close. You are faster than the night, and sneakier than the clock ticking past noon. On a Saturday, you are the Sunday afternoon. The fear is less now. You are ahead of my own thought,. You know my bed, You know i have zebra sheets, and a red stain in the corner. You know my body, dimples and scars. You know all the perfections, and defections. The fear is less and less now. Our kisses enable me to hear, clocks ticking around the world. you taste like... words are to meager to describe. There goes the fear, There it goes, out the window, and into the hearts of those, Step moms and Snakes.
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I’d Love to go to France And sail upon the Sine I’d love to go to Germany And Sail upon the Rhine I’d love to see the castles Of England and of Spain To see the royal Princess Kate And her lovely husband William, Oh, to have Prince Charming as a mate And then the rain that stays mainly in the plane Having traveled there in luxury by lavish gilded train I’d love to see the mountains In Switzerland and Austria And see the vast rice fields In Countries like Korea And drink frothy bubbling ale From a tavern near a windmill in the Netherlands And climb a tiny mountainous hill In enchanting charming Whales I’d love to see the canals In a Gondola in Venice Or maybe go to China to watch some table tennis I’d love to see the pyramids Of Egypt and Peru And see the Ancient Monoliths On Easter Island too And feel the spirits of Celtic and Norse Gods rise inside of me At magical stunning Stonehenge While far off in the distance Scottish Bagpipers play for free But Alas, Alas sadness ensues These things I’ll never see Poverty always haunts me And I won’t win the lottery I’ll never see the breathtaking things That others take for granted Though they will always be here Part of this amazing planet I’ll have to take in what I can And not hope for what cannot be I’ll have to imagine all these things In my own special way and see all I can see Watching shows like, “Rick Steve’s Europe” Scheduled to air, everyday On PBS TV Sarah Hall Minks Copyright 4/28/12
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Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 11:12 AM UTC
sarah-minks
Supporting PBS The Only Way I Can Afford
I’d Love to go to France And sail upon the Sine I’d love to go to Germany And Sail upon the Rhine I’d love to see the castles Of England and of Spain To see the royal Princess Kate And her lovely husband William, Oh, to have Prince Charming as a mate And then the rain that stays mainly in the plane Having traveled there in luxury by lavish gilded train I’d love to see the mountains In Switzerland and Austria And see the vast rice fields In Countries like Korea And drink frothy bubbling ale From a tavern near a windmill in the Netherlands And climb a tiny mountainous hill In enchanting charming Whales I’d love to see the canals In a Gondola in Venice Or maybe go to China to watch some table tennis I’d love to see the pyramids Of Egypt and Peru And see the Ancient Monoliths On Easter Island too And feel the spirits of Celtic and Norse Gods rise inside of me At magical stunning Stonehenge While far off in the distance Scottish Bagpipers play for free But Alas, Alas sadness ensues These things I’ll never see Poverty always haunts me And I won’t win the lottery I’ll never see the breathtaking things That others take for granted Though they will always be here Part of this amazing planet I’ll have to take in what I can And not hope for what cannot be I’ll have to imagine all these things In my own special way and see all I can see Watching shows like, “Rick Steve’s Europe” Scheduled to air, everyday On PBS TV Sarah Hall Minks Copyright 4/28/12
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16th, 17th, 18th chapel I don't care how many of them you make If there's no gift shop how am I supposed to remember I was ever there? In Germany I got a mug and a spoon In Wales, Austria, and Poland I got a spoon They're small and made of poisonous metal but very heavy for their size I heard from a former classmate that you can't get a spoon in Egypt they only sell forks What do you mean you're "not a very visual person"? May your indictment remain sealed despite the current widespread family tumult
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 5:17 AM UTC
delmo-druthers
The Too Proud Street Vendor Who Never Wears Khaki
16th, 17th, 18th chapel I don't care how many of them you make If there's no gift shop how am I supposed to remember I was ever there? In Germany I got a mug and a spoon In Wales, Austria, and Poland I got a spoon They're small and made of poisonous metal but very heavy for their size I heard from a former classmate that you can't get a spoon in Egypt they only sell forks What do you mean you're "not a very visual person"? May your indictment remain sealed despite the current widespread family tumult
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Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast. Maple syrple, microwaved hot. Secret ingredient, Secret no more! A splash of vanilla in the batter. We chat about this n' that. About the play, She didn't love it. About the daughter-in-law's cleaning skills, A good housekeeping award, she ain't gonna win. Her grandma from Austria, Seeing ugly would call it Unlovely. I am thinking, Your genetic humanity, betrayed. What a great poem that would make.... She is thinking, boy, You needs haircut bad. But she don't nag, As my hair has drifted to one side, Instead she just calls me Gumby.... There is always a way. There is always a way, To say it softer, Say it easy on the ears, When you can't say nothing. It takes practice. It takes into account, Nobody at this here breakfast table is Perfect exceptin' for the Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast, Which has left the table. It takes a splash of vanilla in your humanity, To say it right, When sometimes, what needs saying is the Unlovely.
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Breakfast Poem: The Unlovely (Sept. 2013)
Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast. Maple syrple, microwaved hot. Secret ingredient, Secret no more! A splash of vanilla in the batter. We chat about this n' that. About the play, She didn't love it. About the daughter-in-law's cleaning skills, A good housekeeping award, she ain't gonna win. Her grandma from Austria, Seeing ugly would call it Unlovely. I am thinking, Your genetic humanity, betrayed. What a great poem that would make.... She is thinking, boy, You needs haircut bad. But she don't nag, As my hair has drifted to one side, Instead she just calls me Gumby.... There is always a way. There is always a way, To say it softer, Say it easy on the ears, When you can't say nothing. It takes practice. It takes into account, Nobody at this here breakfast table is Perfect exceptin' for the Cinnamon-Raisin French Toast, Which has left the table. It takes a splash of vanilla in your humanity, To say it right, When sometimes, what needs saying is the Unlovely.
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born 1900 when Austria was still a monarchy that did not know it was approaching its end growing up as the daughter of the mayor of a little district town big fish in a small pond educated accordingly as a ‘higher daughter’ be a home decorator do needlework be a gourmet cook play the piano be a respectable member of the community and the parish when she turned 18 after the end of world war I the social order for which she had been prepared simply disappeared her father became a disillusioned monarchist the town’s republicans elected a new mayor she married a railway engineer who left her after her daughter my mother was born she managed to survive world war II as a single mother watched her daughter fall in love with, at Christmas 1946, and marry in April 1947 a guy who had just escaped from a Soviet POW camp looked like a walking skeleton my father AND was the son of a communist who had survived world war I as a POW in Siberia strange bedfellows they used to play cards together once a week with great gusto class warfare morphed into social entertainment both my parents were working grandmother led the household on the side did bookkeeping for local businesses to bring in some money practically raised me and my brother cared for us when we were sick taught me to play the piano was always afraid we would not get enough to eat for a while, as a little child, I slept in the same room with her and learned that she had a wondrously melodious snore going over an octave & some such when, after grade school, I had to leave at 5.45 am to catch the train pulled by a sturdy steam engine that took me to the high school 50km down the road she was concerned when I rushing out the door just grabbed parts of the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared when I left home for university she was not happy when I went to the USA for a whole year she was disconsolate she did enjoy her great-grandkids when they visited, though too much distance for too long from the place of her birth made her uncomfortable in her later years she needed a familiar place that came with its familiar things to do and know she lived to be 87 I saw her last after a second stroke had mostly incapacitated her a tiny woman curled up waiting to leave us for a world that finally might heal the pain and disappointment she had so bravely mastered throughout her life
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Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
wwhoelbling
GRANDMOTHER
born 1900 when Austria was still a monarchy that did not know it was approaching its end growing up as the daughter of the mayor of a little district town big fish in a small pond educated accordingly as a ‘higher daughter’ be a home decorator do needlework be a gourmet cook play the piano be a respectable member of the community and the parish when she turned 18 after the end of world war I the social order for which she had been prepared simply disappeared her father became a disillusioned monarchist the town’s republicans elected a new mayor she married a railway engineer who left her after her daughter my mother was born she managed to survive world war II as a single mother watched her daughter fall in love with, at Christmas 1946, and marry in April 1947 a guy who had just escaped from a Soviet POW camp looked like a walking skeleton my father AND was the son of a communist who had survived world war I as a POW in Siberia strange bedfellows they used to play cards together once a week with great gusto class warfare morphed into social entertainment both my parents were working grandmother led the household on the side did bookkeeping for local businesses to bring in some money practically raised me and my brother cared for us when we were sick taught me to play the piano was always afraid we would not get enough to eat for a while, as a little child, I slept in the same room with her and learned that she had a wondrously melodious snore going over an octave & some such when, after grade school, I had to leave at 5.45 am to catch the train pulled by a sturdy steam engine that took me to the high school 50km down the road she was concerned when I rushing out the door just grabbed parts of the breakfast she had so lovingly prepared when I left home for university she was not happy when I went to the USA for a whole year she was disconsolate she did enjoy her great-grandkids when they visited, though too much distance for too long from the place of her birth made her uncomfortable in her later years she needed a familiar place that came with its familiar things to do and know she lived to be 87 I saw her last after a second stroke had mostly incapacitated her a tiny woman curled up waiting to leave us for a world that finally might heal the pain and disappointment she had so bravely mastered throughout her life
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I want to go to Austria and taste the cake visit every stone- wedged cafe and watch the chocolatier Oh this life is wonderful where I can fall asleep and meet you in Vienna
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
sarah-or-something
Vienna
I want to go to Austria and taste the cake visit every stone- wedged cafe and watch the chocolatier Oh this life is wonderful where I can fall asleep and meet you in Vienna
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He gave me a ring With its facets glazed and cracked Insisting it was once his great-grandmother's She who In rot-edged vintage photos Wore a mink stole and flapper beads. _________________________________________ She pulls at seams Takes up and brings down hems, The stole pushed to the back Of a web festooned attic In a steamer trunk slapped with decals: Moscow Austria Monte Carlo Rio de Janeiro. On cold days she wears it again Dancing to old melodies on rough boards And when she hears the front door slam It's made to disappear in haste, Her engagement ring clacking Against the trunks flip locks. That night as she makes biscuits For her breadwinner she sees The crack, the chip Through a glaze of milked flour.
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Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
jessica-thompson
Inheritance
He gave me a ring With its facets glazed and cracked Insisting it was once his great-grandmother's She who In rot-edged vintage photos Wore a mink stole and flapper beads. _________________________________________ She pulls at seams Takes up and brings down hems, The stole pushed to the back Of a web festooned attic In a steamer trunk slapped with decals: Moscow Austria Monte Carlo Rio de Janeiro. On cold days she wears it again Dancing to old melodies on rough boards And when she hears the front door slam It's made to disappear in haste, Her engagement ring clacking Against the trunks flip locks. That night as she makes biscuits For her breadwinner she sees The crack, the chip Through a glaze of milked flour.
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The Flak hits the wings and body of the plane 506th Easy Company Of the 101st Airborne The leg bag Tore right off They jumped lower than they should have been Tracer bullets burning holes through the parachute Tracers spraying around in the air Firing in every direction Paul "Buck" Rogers Lands in a tree Some worked their way down Through a farm area To a hedge row Easy Company captured and destroyed The guns at Brecourt Manor Saving countless lives on Utah Beach They helped to liberate the Dutch Angels from the sky The black and white footage is amazing The gratitude and love the people show To the men is wonderful Finally free after four years Of Occupation by the Germans Battling from village to village Along "Hell's Highway," Easy Company crossed Holland to the Rhine River Nine men of Easy Company Lost their lives Battling in Holland By the End of the Holland campaign, Easy Company had been on the frontline For more than 70 days On Dec. 16, 1944 ****** launched his offensive into the Ardennes The Battle of the Bulge would become The largest engagement In the history Of the U.S. Army 600,000 soldiers would fight in the battle Easy Company was told to hold the perimeter of Bastogne Surrounded by Germans Branches knocked off of trees Holes in the ground Artillery attack 88s, mortars, rockets They jumped into foxholes He could see all the shells hitting from the foxhole The wounded got relief from battle Maybe a ticket home If they died they were at peace At Berchtesgaden They uncovered artwork In Zell Am Zee, Austria Easy Company helped secure The surrender of 25,000 German troops On November 30, 1945 The 101st Airborne Division Was inactivated Day after Day They fought together Fought for each other Knowing some would not return This veteran said, "I cherish the memories Of a question my grandson asked me the other day. 'Grandpa, Were you a hero in the war?' Grandpa said no But I served in a company of heroes."
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
MattG
God Bless 506th Easy Company of the 101st Airborne
The Flak hits the wings and body of the plane 506th Easy Company Of the 101st Airborne The leg bag Tore right off They jumped lower than they should have been Tracer bullets burning holes through the parachute Tracers spraying around in the air Firing in every direction Paul "Buck" Rogers Lands in a tree Some worked their way down Through a farm area To a hedge row Easy Company captured and destroyed The guns at Brecourt Manor Saving countless lives on Utah Beach They helped to liberate the Dutch Angels from the sky The black and white footage is amazing The gratitude and love the people show To the men is wonderful Finally free after four years Of Occupation by the Germans Battling from village to village Along "Hell's Highway," Easy Company crossed Holland to the Rhine River Nine men of Easy Company Lost their lives Battling in Holland By the End of the Holland campaign, Easy Company had been on the frontline For more than 70 days On Dec. 16, 1944 ****** launched his offensive into the Ardennes The Battle of the Bulge would become The largest engagement In the history Of the U.S. Army 600,000 soldiers would fight in the battle Easy Company was told to hold the perimeter of Bastogne Surrounded by Germans Branches knocked off of trees Holes in the ground Artillery attack 88s, mortars, rockets They jumped into foxholes He could see all the shells hitting from the foxhole The wounded got relief from battle Maybe a ticket home If they died they were at peace At Berchtesgaden They uncovered artwork In Zell Am Zee, Austria Easy Company helped secure The surrender of 25,000 German troops On November 30, 1945 The 101st Airborne Division Was inactivated Day after Day They fought together Fought for each other Knowing some would not return This veteran said, "I cherish the memories Of a question my grandson asked me the other day. 'Grandpa, Were you a hero in the war?' Grandpa said no But I served in a company of heroes."
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You have my permission Off to Austria go, Braid and plait your hair Alpine style, sing if you must, Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hoo hoo Even Do Re Mi But be **** sure You are back in The USA, on NBC, Come the weekend, Singing the opening song of Sunday Night Football Your braids and long dresses, Leave behind, Blow out that hair, Wear the shortest of skirts That wardrobe will provide, Cause if truth be told, No football watcher on the workweek eve Will sleep well, no matter the outcome, Unless your presence is the opening Finale of the weekend to Do Re me.
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Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Dear Carrie Underwood,
You have my permission Off to Austria go, Braid and plait your hair Alpine style, sing if you must, Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hoo hoo Even Do Re Mi But be **** sure You are back in The USA, on NBC, Come the weekend, Singing the opening song of Sunday Night Football Your braids and long dresses, Leave behind, Blow out that hair, Wear the shortest of skirts That wardrobe will provide, Cause if truth be told, No football watcher on the workweek eve Will sleep well, no matter the outcome, Unless your presence is the opening Finale of the weekend to Do Re me.
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To the Anti-American Teacher…We Knew You Were Pro-World A clause in your contract slated your signature for patriotism. You never signed, they never checked, but you took down your flag after that. They didn’t check that either. So, you stripped and tacked and taped and striped all the flags from all the world to the walls. On the east, sat Uraguay, and Paraguay, and Peru. On the west, we went to Austria, and Hungary, and Bangladesh for good measure. But the north wall was your northern star – the shining one among the rest. The Chinese stars of social class contrasted against the five-pointed red one, the one next to the ending of a Tsar in a February Revolution, a marking point found – not in our textbooks – but in all the places you have been. Oh, the places you’ll go, you began. In Israel, you had gone in your college years, and you learned of bamboo tattoos in Thailand, but Korean was a class you completed in France of all places, and I never had the chance to see the locations of the south wall. You were fired. Over night, they tore you from the walls, lone of which, they left the tape tacked up in four corners, a collection in each place of a flag we once saw before us. In my desk, you slipped a map inside. Oh, the places you’ll go, you wrote. Such a sorrowful tune.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
shannon-a-thompson
To the Anti-American Teacher...We Knew You Were Pro-World
To the Anti-American Teacher…We Knew You Were Pro-World A clause in your contract slated your signature for patriotism. You never signed, they never checked, but you took down your flag after that. They didn’t check that either. So, you stripped and tacked and taped and striped all the flags from all the world to the walls. On the east, sat Uraguay, and Paraguay, and Peru. On the west, we went to Austria, and Hungary, and Bangladesh for good measure. But the north wall was your northern star – the shining one among the rest. The Chinese stars of social class contrasted against the five-pointed red one, the one next to the ending of a Tsar in a February Revolution, a marking point found – not in our textbooks – but in all the places you have been. Oh, the places you’ll go, you began. In Israel, you had gone in your college years, and you learned of bamboo tattoos in Thailand, but Korean was a class you completed in France of all places, and I never had the chance to see the locations of the south wall. You were fired. Over night, they tore you from the walls, lone of which, they left the tape tacked up in four corners, a collection in each place of a flag we once saw before us. In my desk, you slipped a map inside. Oh, the places you’ll go, you wrote. Such a sorrowful tune.
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she lived on the only street in Rattenberg, the smallest village in all Austria. because it was all she knew and all she loved. in the summer, she lived in the kitchen away from the flies and the itching glow of the sun sketching designs of glass crystal and playing records her father played from his armchair when she was young. the blinds closed, the shadows of pedestrians drew sloping templates of bodies large and thin she guessed their faces and painted girls with small noses and round chins and made the men look like him. her sister, from the neighbour town called in the winter months, when Rat Mountain devoured the sun and left Rattenberg in day-night. she invited her on walks, said it was not good for her complexion to live in shadow unmoved, she preferred instead to pace the only street in the welcome midday greyness and smile quietly at the pale faces she passed when plans rumbled of a contraption of mirrors to steal the day's shine from her sister's town she prayed to the moon he would let them leave her alone in the shadow of Rat Mountain a child of the night the girl who preferred the dark to the light the lady-moth determined to stay in flight.
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Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
rkm
Moth
she lived on the only street in Rattenberg, the smallest village in all Austria. because it was all she knew and all she loved. in the summer, she lived in the kitchen away from the flies and the itching glow of the sun sketching designs of glass crystal and playing records her father played from his armchair when she was young. the blinds closed, the shadows of pedestrians drew sloping templates of bodies large and thin she guessed their faces and painted girls with small noses and round chins and made the men look like him. her sister, from the neighbour town called in the winter months, when Rat Mountain devoured the sun and left Rattenberg in day-night. she invited her on walks, said it was not good for her complexion to live in shadow unmoved, she preferred instead to pace the only street in the welcome midday greyness and smile quietly at the pale faces she passed when plans rumbled of a contraption of mirrors to steal the day's shine from her sister's town she prayed to the moon he would let them leave her alone in the shadow of Rat Mountain a child of the night the girl who preferred the dark to the light the lady-moth determined to stay in flight.
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Over the past few years, white and red, black, white and black. I work for a long time. But Bernard's war, civil war, war with Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and other countries. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults are good. Dreams, dreams, dreams and goals are reflected in the world. Hawaiians are present today in Paris, Austria, Honduras and Ireland. It is a weak helper who helps the user to listen to the sponsor. The first company received the name 100% and full of fire, Isaac answered: "They do not understand and do not get upset." This rule should apply to all court cases. Damage to dust and particles changes the red-eye effect. The best libraries in Russia, Russia, Russia and Russia are two people for long distances, two people and three people. Kenya, American women over 60 years old. Monkeys and Christians and Armstrong's fauna represent the gods of Austria, Italy, Ireland, stars, and the gods of all gods of Austria. do not go. Belgium is wrong. Changes in the node and change of paper-in-law. Dogs: For more information about the editor, see: Healthy box with a yellow child. Aaron Illustus 1. In recent years white, red and white. We work for a long time. This work - Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and France, as well as the secular war. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats, adults, differences and taxpayers. Austria is now a paradise, and today people in Honduras and Ireland are today called Hawaiian. Many users can listen to Spanish. First of all, I would like to remind you about the jungle and I am above them. Look at Isaac. The groom grew and lifted him up. Try now. You must register your mobile phone. Dust, pesticides, foreign textbooks are different. For three years I have been proud of all the red bodies and far east of Russia, over 60 women, especially women who have lived in Kenya for over 10 years, in women aborigines' social organizations, especially in Austria, Italy, and Old America and Kenya. "They do not like anything, they do not like anything, they do not like anything, they're big snakes." Some publishers have found jungles in Russia, Russia, Northeast Asia, and Eastern Europe. 140,041.2 thousand People (200 bears, Moscow, languages, authorities) Sunlight Recently, ****** white, light wars, Russia, Russia, Russia and other regions of Kenya, Uganda, were very interesting to other people's lives.
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
johnny-noiπ
UK - 100% & Full of Fire
Over the past few years, white and red, black, white and black. I work for a long time. But Bernard's war, civil war, war with Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and other countries. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, dogs, women and adults are good. Dreams, dreams, dreams and goals are reflected in the world. Hawaiians are present today in Paris, Austria, Honduras and Ireland. It is a weak helper who helps the user to listen to the sponsor. The first company received the name 100% and full of fire, Isaac answered: "They do not understand and do not get upset." This rule should apply to all court cases. Damage to dust and particles changes the red-eye effect. The best libraries in Russia, Russia, Russia and Russia are two people for long distances, two people and three people. Kenya, American women over 60 years old. Monkeys and Christians and Armstrong's fauna represent the gods of Austria, Italy, Ireland, stars, and the gods of all gods of Austria. do not go. Belgium is wrong. Changes in the node and change of paper-in-law. Dogs: For more information about the editor, see: Healthy box with a yellow child. Aaron Illustus 1. In recent years white, red and white. We work for a long time. This work - Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia, Russia and France, as well as the secular war. Kenya, Uganda, pigs, cats, adults, differences and taxpayers. Austria is now a paradise, and today people in Honduras and Ireland are today called Hawaiian. Many users can listen to Spanish. First of all, I would like to remind you about the jungle and I am above them. Look at Isaac. The groom grew and lifted him up. Try now. You must register your mobile phone. Dust, pesticides, foreign textbooks are different. For three years I have been proud of all the red bodies and far east of Russia, over 60 women, especially women who have lived in Kenya for over 10 years, in women aborigines' social organizations, especially in Austria, Italy, and Old America and Kenya. "They do not like anything, they do not like anything, they do not like anything, they're big snakes." Some publishers have found jungles in Russia, Russia, Northeast Asia, and Eastern Europe. 140,041.2 thousand People (200 bears, Moscow, languages, authorities) Sunlight Recently, ****** white, light wars, Russia, Russia, Russia and other regions of Kenya, Uganda, were very interesting to other people's lives.
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At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their arses kicked. At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled, as his smitten forces profusely bled. At Toulon I first distinguished myself for a career that would exalt oneself. Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came, but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
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Dec 4, 2022
Dec 4, 2022 at 7:16 AM UTC
Ojiogbo41
Napoleon's Victories
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished; making me historically distinguished. At Marengo I had Austria subdued; then I was to honour undoubtedly glued. At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands; then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands. At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell, to avoid carnage, and possibly hell. At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked, as his Russian forces had their arses kicked. At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled, as his smitten forces profusely bled. At Toulon I first distinguished myself for a career that would exalt oneself. Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came, but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
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there was little ferret and he just long to go all the way to Austria to play in all the snow he took his little sleigh to the mountain side then from the very top down it he could slide sliding through through the snow on his little sleigh in this foreign land so very far way going very fast down the mountain track wrapped nice and warm lying on his back having lots of fun on his holiday he just loved the snow and playing on his sleigh
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Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
william-worthless-1
ferrets holiday
there was little ferret and he just long to go all the way to Austria to play in all the snow he took his little sleigh to the mountain side then from the very top down it he could slide sliding through through the snow on his little sleigh in this foreign land so very far way going very fast down the mountain track wrapped nice and warm lying on his back having lots of fun on his holiday he just loved the snow and playing on his sleigh
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english is called a salad in irish / hardly Gaelic, but worded for a toast, and the poor treat the poor as might be a drowning traveller on the titanic without pearl or a four-leaved clover. and might not be the tears of haka forbears be the light worth sharing when the europeans that looked stupid in bleached worth a colouring in foreign culture they thought it was worth being televised; salad / sushi wording... you immigrant? you irish? no? oh well... you dodo? the end! idiot pole didn’t outsmart the irish muscle or potato! gave way to mash and tartan of lamb mince... and still the irish "communicated" leaving the poles and engaging with ******* to be cheap in terms of worthy slavery: two patron saints an Irish... one **** marley one irish double with rye bread... then there's Ulster, half of Dublin might mind, and a percentage of Poland under russia prussia or austria... you ******* leprechaun! hey! mediocre me with a ceilidh: make that ireland on the rocks... the queen of the e.u. where the rainbow where u2 where the *** of gold? in iraq... or so i'm told.
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC
removed.polaroid-scrabble
question... facts! facts! facts! / you ******* leprechaun!
english is called a salad in irish / hardly Gaelic, but worded for a toast, and the poor treat the poor as might be a drowning traveller on the titanic without pearl or a four-leaved clover. and might not be the tears of haka forbears be the light worth sharing when the europeans that looked stupid in bleached worth a colouring in foreign culture they thought it was worth being televised; salad / sushi wording... you immigrant? you irish? no? oh well... you dodo? the end! idiot pole didn’t outsmart the irish muscle or potato! gave way to mash and tartan of lamb mince... and still the irish "communicated" leaving the poles and engaging with ******* to be cheap in terms of worthy slavery: two patron saints an Irish... one **** marley one irish double with rye bread... then there's Ulster, half of Dublin might mind, and a percentage of Poland under russia prussia or austria... you ******* leprechaun! hey! mediocre me with a ceilidh: make that ireland on the rocks... the queen of the e.u. where the rainbow where u2 where the *** of gold? in iraq... or so i'm told.
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Adolf ****** was a German I'm sure you all well know: He was born in Austria but lived in Germany a long time ago. He was a man who was fuelled by patriotic ambition, (he had other things on his mind apart from big **** and coition). The German people were the victims of economic recession, Caused by the French government's revanchist aggression, And der schoene Adolf promised he would sort out the place, And would restore them to their rightful position as ze Master Race. With stirring speeches and a fantastic propaganda machine, His political opponents and ze Jews he loudly demeaned, And thus, plus a teensy-weensy bit of naughty oppression, He was able to fulfil his great and glorious mission. Although some Germans re ****** were a little bit unhappy, Most of them thought he was a really top rate chappie; The rest of the world remained relatively silent on the matter too, Not realising just what old Adolf really intended to do. In the USA they gave him place of honour on the front page of 'Time' Which surely sent out to Adolf quite a hopeful sign; And secretly millions cheered him on when they got the news Of what he and his cronies were doing to those Jews. When a man like ****** you choose to blithely ignore Then you should work out that what comes next is war; Which is what happened with a Bang! Crash! Boom! and Thump! But Hitler's not nearly half as ugly as that awful Donald Trump.
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
edna-sweetlove
Der Adolf und der Donald
Adolf ****** was a German I'm sure you all well know: He was born in Austria but lived in Germany a long time ago. He was a man who was fuelled by patriotic ambition, (he had other things on his mind apart from big **** and coition). The German people were the victims of economic recession, Caused by the French government's revanchist aggression, And der schoene Adolf promised he would sort out the place, And would restore them to their rightful position as ze Master Race. With stirring speeches and a fantastic propaganda machine, His political opponents and ze Jews he loudly demeaned, And thus, plus a teensy-weensy bit of naughty oppression, He was able to fulfil his great and glorious mission. Although some Germans re ****** were a little bit unhappy, Most of them thought he was a really top rate chappie; The rest of the world remained relatively silent on the matter too, Not realising just what old Adolf really intended to do. In the USA they gave him place of honour on the front page of 'Time' Which surely sent out to Adolf quite a hopeful sign; And secretly millions cheered him on when they got the news Of what he and his cronies were doing to those Jews. When a man like ****** you choose to blithely ignore Then you should work out that what comes next is war; Which is what happened with a Bang! Crash! Boom! and Thump! But Hitler's not nearly half as ugly as that awful Donald Trump.
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*yeah, let's compose the alphabet in music for each letter we try to sound like a wine bottle cork unplugged from vintage; it won't work, i known, but it might get a few skidding on gizmo go go, trying to democratise iran: try turning iran sunni first, you, you defrosted snowman worth a carrot and two chalk coal ******** writing: hardboiled into sight of believable. oh here comes a white man talking privy aloud with the rapper loosing breath, but keeping it up and replacing the pelvic hinges with easy, drool, rhymes; a kind of rubric tablature of scores for rodeo with alternative sounds to: moo, ow, ah, broomstick shoo, take the cow for a milking home from the dead bull dazzled into genesis on t.v.; or that other literati spectator sport of not reading but talking oneself into academic bibliography for an intro.* the great thing about being an alcoholic... you never quiet know when you're drunk or hungover; but it makes up for great twilight sunsets pooh lonely; ah ooh smooch - kisses a honey stick stuck to **** in a hollywood crescendo of                      paparazzi and applause; and anorexia; and dyslexic oiling for a facelift: that's called smiling i have you know -                           enter michael jackson - hippie hip he; if i die aged thirty, i'll be happy to have             been frisky twenty-nine into a thong. *or, alt., tell ****** about the swimming pool and the tadpole kenyans sprinting into impregnated landownerships of priests: sounds like this: pst - herr führer - die schwimmin poolst erst niener jessy ovens geeignet. no one said that african buttocks couldn't bayou the ships ashore, but they did; what?! i'm not the 12" dangle! you keep up racism, i'll keep up mozart's austria; alt. please see how censoring adjectives in relation to objects gives you a false moral subjectivity that's only a matter of pleasantries.*
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
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or tell ****** about the swimming pool
*yeah, let's compose the alphabet in music for each letter we try to sound like a wine bottle cork unplugged from vintage; it won't work, i known, but it might get a few skidding on gizmo go go, trying to democratise iran: try turning iran sunni first, you, you defrosted snowman worth a carrot and two chalk coal ******** writing: hardboiled into sight of believable. oh here comes a white man talking privy aloud with the rapper loosing breath, but keeping it up and replacing the pelvic hinges with easy, drool, rhymes; a kind of rubric tablature of scores for rodeo with alternative sounds to: moo, ow, ah, broomstick shoo, take the cow for a milking home from the dead bull dazzled into genesis on t.v.; or that other literati spectator sport of not reading but talking oneself into academic bibliography for an intro.* the great thing about being an alcoholic... you never quiet know when you're drunk or hungover; but it makes up for great twilight sunsets pooh lonely; ah ooh smooch - kisses a honey stick stuck to **** in a hollywood crescendo of                      paparazzi and applause; and anorexia; and dyslexic oiling for a facelift: that's called smiling i have you know -                           enter michael jackson - hippie hip he; if i die aged thirty, i'll be happy to have             been frisky twenty-nine into a thong. *or, alt., tell ****** about the swimming pool and the tadpole kenyans sprinting into impregnated landownerships of priests: sounds like this: pst - herr führer - die schwimmin poolst erst niener jessy ovens geeignet. no one said that african buttocks couldn't bayou the ships ashore, but they did; what?! i'm not the 12" dangle! you keep up racism, i'll keep up mozart's austria; alt. please see how censoring adjectives in relation to objects gives you a false moral subjectivity that's only a matter of pleasantries.*
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