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Jun 15, 2014

Jun 15, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC

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By: Cedric McClester What’s happened to the neighborhood They say it’s gone from bad to good And if it has then knock on wood Cos some folks thought it never could Change the profile that it had And become the latest fad But in a sense it’s kinda sad That now we can’t afford a pad Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good It’s as inevitable as it’s strange The only constant is the change That witnesses things rearrange In neighborhoods that ran the range Of urban ghettos caught up in blight That once inspired suburban flight Whether that was wrong or right Squarely lies in the beholder’s sight Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good The politicians must have lied As the will of the people was defied And mom and pop stores slowly died While neighborhoods have gentrified Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good They’ve now confirmed our worst fears Today nobody stops and stares At those urban pioneers Who’ve infiltrated everywheres Now it isn’t based on race Which in the past was the case The economics has replaced Past issues that were at the base The politicians must have lied As the will of the people was defied And mom and pop stores slowly died While neighborhoods have gentrified Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good What’s happened to the neighborhood They say it’s gone from bad to good And if it has then knock on wood Cos some folks thought it never could Change the profile that it had And become the latest fad But in a sense it’s kinda sad That now we can’t afford a pad (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.

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Apr 25, 2015

Apr 25, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC

cedric-mcclester

WHAT'S HAPPENED TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD?

By: Cedric McClester What’s happened to the neighborhood They say it’s gone from bad to good And if it has then knock on wood Cos some folks thought it never could Change the profile that it had And become the latest fad But in a sense it’s kinda sad That now we can’t afford a pad Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good It’s as inevitable as it’s strange The only constant is the change That witnesses things rearrange In neighborhoods that ran the range Of urban ghettos caught up in blight That once inspired suburban flight Whether that was wrong or right Squarely lies in the beholder’s sight Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good The politicians must have lied As the will of the people was defied And mom and pop stores slowly died While neighborhoods have gentrified Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good They’ve now confirmed our worst fears Today nobody stops and stares At those urban pioneers Who’ve infiltrated everywheres Now it isn’t based on race Which in the past was the case The economics has replaced Past issues that were at the base The politicians must have lied As the will of the people was defied And mom and pop stores slowly died While neighborhoods have gentrified Remember when the neighborhood Was where we fled from if we could We should have stayed right where we stood Cos now that real-estate is good What’s happened to the neighborhood They say it’s gone from bad to good And if it has then knock on wood Cos some folks thought it never could Change the profile that it had And become the latest fad But in a sense it’s kinda sad That now we can’t afford a pad (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.

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Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken ***** and tom- cats, and all of them kind of things, till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to bet on but he'd match you. He ketched a frog one day, and took him home, and said he cal'klated to edercate him; and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He'd give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you'd see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut see him turn one summerset, or may be a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the matter of catching flies, and kept him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every time as far as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education, and he could do most any thing and I believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down here on this floor Dan'l Webster was the name of the frog and sing out, "Flies, Dan'l, flies!" and quicker'n you could wink, he'd spring straight up, and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor again as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightforward as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid over any frog that ever they see. Mark Twain

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Aug 19, 2017

Aug 19, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC

wordvango

exerpt from The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County

Well, thish-yer Smiley had rat-tarriers, and chicken ***** and tom- cats, and all of them kind of things, till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to bet on but he'd match you. He ketched a frog one day, and took him home, and said he cal'klated to edercate him; and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He'd give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you'd see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut see him turn one summerset, or may be a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the matter of catching flies, and kept him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every time as far as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education, and he could do most any thing and I believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down here on this floor Dan'l Webster was the name of the frog and sing out, "Flies, Dan'l, flies!" and quicker'n you could wink, he'd spring straight up, and snake a fly off'n the counter there, and flop down on the floor again as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightforward as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres, all said he laid over any frog that ever they see. Mark Twain

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i wanna roll her over onto her knees lick kiss **** drink her everywheres up until she twitches real. hard. and laughs that ohmyfuckinggodihavezerowords laugh and then put it in slow at first then pound her till the coffee mug falls from the headstand and breaks sense it swelling up and glitch inside her with my eyes wide meeting hers i will die again and again and again till i am dead

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Apr 4, 2016

Apr 4, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC

mike-dm

i. cant. wait

i wanna roll her over onto her knees lick kiss **** drink her everywheres up until she twitches real. hard. and laughs that ohmyfuckinggodihavezerowords laugh and then put it in slow at first then pound her till the coffee mug falls from the headstand and breaks sense it swelling up and glitch inside her with my eyes wide meeting hers i will die again and again and again till i am dead

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