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"julie" poems
be washed away (with spoken word inserts by soulsurvivor) When I die don't cry for me In my Father's arms I'll be The wounds this world left on my soul Will all be healed and I'll be whole Sun and moon will be replaced By the light of Jesus Face And I will not be ashamed For my Savior knows my name. - chorus - It don't matter where you bury me I'll be Home and I'll be FREE It don't matter where I lay All my tears be washed away SS insert - Persecution I'll expect. It's not surprising. Folks reject. Still I LOVE my Lord so dear I'll forgive and have no fear Faced with evil on all sides In the Lord I will abide No force of hell can remove Thee It don't matter where you bury me --- Gold and silver blind the eye Temporary riches lie Come and eat from heaven's store Come and drink and thirst no more So weep not for me my friend When my time below does end For my life belongs to Him Who will raise the dead again - chorus - SS insert - I will pass. That much is clear. I'll leave my tabernacle here Life is short, the time doth fly So I'll go to kiss the sky Then I'll know all mysteries It don't matter where you bury me A song written by Julie Miller Performed by Emmy Lou Harris and Selah (this version is below) With inserts by SoulSurvivor
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
all my tears
Julie had never been one to partake in Girly things, dollies and frills Julie was one of those tomboy like girls Who looked out for adventurous thrills She loved riding bikes, down the hill at high speed Screaming loud with her hands in the air But Julie could not play in organized sports Her mum said the cash wasn't there She sat on the  sidelines and watched all the games To not play the game was a sin But Julie Macado would spend her whole life On the outside of things looking in. She knew all the players on all of the teams She wanted so badly to play But Julie Macado would learn pretty fast She was one of the have-nots that day In gym she was better than all of the guys She sank every shot that she tried But organized sports was just out of her league She was still sitting on the outside Her friends that she played with said "Go see the coach", maybe he'll let you join up When she told her poor mother that that's what's she'd do Her mother told her to shut up "I've done my best girl, to give you a life" "And charity...I'll never take" "If you're gonna play then you'll pay your own way "For you learn more when somethings at stake" So Julie went out, hustled, working part time Doing all that she could to make bucks But, when she had enough money to finally join in The season was done...and that ***** Even though she had shown she could be on the team She was finished and did not begin Poor Julie Macodo was still not on the team She was still outside looking in She worked all that summer making money galore She'd be ready to sign up that fall She had enough money to pay for herself She was going to play basketball Her mum lost her job in early July The plant that she worked at had closed Now she too was outside looking in at the others They would move...that was what she supposed Again Julie Macado would miss out again All of her money she gave to her mom She would be an outsider for all of her life Never playing a game...'cept for fun Even though she was better than all in her school She would never be in looking out Until that one day, when a man from Kentucky Had come up to Freeling to scout He'd heard of this girl, who could shoot from the floor She had skills that he had seldom seen He signed her on up to a four year free ride It was all like a really good dream He told her of how, he had gotten a letter About a young girl ..that was her It was written in crayon and a little bid blurry And it stated out with a Dear Ser, the spelling was bad, but he read it completely It told of how Julie could play But she had not school record, no history so He set out to see the girl play He contacted the school and he asked them for game films They said she played only in gym So he set out directly to see for himself The decision would be up to him Now, Julie Macado has realized her dream Her life is all set to begin She did it herself, with a note from her Mother She was no longer out looking in.
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May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
Outside Looking In
Julie had never been one to partake in Girly things, dollies and frills Julie was one of those tomboy like girls Who looked out for adventurous thrills She loved riding bikes, down the hill at high speed Screaming loud with her hands in the air But Julie could not play in organized sports Her mum said the cash wasn't there She sat on the  sidelines and watched all the games To not play the game was a sin But Julie Macado would spend her whole life On the outside of things looking in. She knew all the players on all of the teams She wanted so badly to play But Julie Macado would learn pretty fast She was one of the have-nots that day In gym she was better than all of the guys She sank every shot that she tried But organized sports was just out of her league She was still sitting on the outside Her friends that she played with said "Go see the coach", maybe he'll let you join up When she told her poor mother that that's what's she'd do Her mother told her to shut up "I've done my best girl, to give you a life" "And charity...I'll never take" "If you're gonna play then you'll pay your own way "For you learn more when somethings at stake" So Julie went out, hustled, working part time Doing all that she could to make bucks But, when she had enough money to finally join in The season was done...and that ***** Even though she had shown she could be on the team She was finished and did not begin Poor Julie Macodo was still not on the team She was still outside looking in She worked all that summer making money galore She'd be ready to sign up that fall She had enough money to pay for herself She was going to play basketball Her mum lost her job in early July The plant that she worked at had closed Now she too was outside looking in at the others They would move...that was what she supposed Again Julie Macado would miss out again All of her money she gave to her mom She would be an outsider for all of her life Never playing a game...'cept for fun Even though she was better than all in her school She would never be in looking out Until that one day, when a man from Kentucky Had come up to Freeling to scout He'd heard of this girl, who could shoot from the floor She had skills that he had seldom seen He signed her on up to a four year free ride It was all like a really good dream He told her of how, he had gotten a letter About a young girl ..that was her It was written in crayon and a little bid blurry And it stated out with a Dear Ser, the spelling was bad, but he read it completely It told of how Julie could play But she had not school record, no history so He set out to see the girl play He contacted the school and he asked them for game films They said she played only in gym So he set out directly to see for himself The decision would be up to him Now, Julie Macado has realized her dream Her life is all set to begin She did it herself, with a note from her Mother She was no longer out looking in.
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Based on a painting, "Nuclear Puppies", by Julie Nagel, 2001 You’re a mutant, you know— got funny dog babies sprouting out of your head like they were ears.  Those copies of your face look up at a sky of ashy gray, perked and tense.  Are you listening to yourself?  What choir of dog-eared deformities sings to you?  Maybe they should have howled louder before we dropped The Bomb. Maybe the yellow caterwaul of their melting butter bodies would have stayed our hand. I doubt it though.   This is what we do. We burn things. We tinker, adding and subtracting until what’s left is blasphemy—until what’s left is you.  A yellow almost-dog, a sagging body with melted flesh where there should be fur. Sad monster; beg your alms from the atomic Frankensteins who made you. Your skyward eyes are bright, still happy anywhere but here.  But your abominable body lies here staring into gray space with Alpo still sticky on your nose, wet, brown snow.
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Nuclear Puppies
Great Caesar's ghost, Hail dictating despot! Overlord of Rome, His soul still roams, Big Julie's the magnate, His motto still rates, "We ain't dead yet!" Great! All hail dictating despot, Hail, great Caesar's ghost!
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
GREAT CAESAR'S GHOST!
Sara L Russell, 15th January 2016, 00:04 ------------------------------------------------------------------- So yeah this is me and Julie outside H&M;… trying too hard to look **** Desperate tarts more like. We went to Starbucks after that, then the pub, and then… the rest of the afternoon's a blur. Haha. ----------✿----------- Oh yes and this one's me with Foo Foo, stupid cat's sitting on top of my presentation. She can be useless at times but she makes a good hot water bottle when it's like, really cold? You know? Cats are great for that. Dead sympathetic too. Good listeners. ----------✿----------- Oh now this is a good one. This is me with that **** actor off I'm a Celebrity. He was in… actually I can't remember what he was in? Really like, **** though? Yet I've only seen him on I'm a Celebrity? Anyway he was cool with stopping for a selfie. God love him. (Whoever he is). ----------✿----------- Ahh… this one is me with Julie again. She's such a ****** She's got one of those light up Santa hats on. Daft ***** Never did get one for me. Not that I'd wear one. I prefer those furry reindeer antlers. See? There's one of me with antlers on. ----------✿----------- Oh here's one of me and Mum. Yeah very sad I know. She tries so hard to be cool, bless her. Embarrassing really. I gave her my old phone and she still hasn't worked out how to use it. Takes loads of photos of herself though. So sad.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Queen of the Selfie
Sometimes, when you listen to their enounciation. You realize, just how beautiful they speak in their British accent. Every word expressively spoken. That you're mermorized by each vocal. Maggie Smith, the lady of class. Cary Grant, the man of taste. Oh, that British voice. That you might chose , if had you that choice. Or seek ways to adapt them to yours. Michael Redgrave/Michael Rennie/Vanessa Regraves All of them had that lovable voice. Then you notice the beautiful Julie Andrew. Words spoke so you see the greatness of the phase. Which we notice too in Richard Attenborough. Who reminds many of Richard Burton? Yes, the British accent. You just got to love it Similar to loving Honor Blackman when she speaks. A great difference from Jacqueline Bissett. Except written about them with great respect. Who can't admire the British Accent? Yes, there's the French. And I'm not kicking it. Then , there's Spanish. Which has more trying to learn it. But this is about the English and the various style of vocals. Colin Barker and Prince Williams the Royals speaks so wonderful. Just like, the man called Michael Caine. I just have to mention Deborah Kerr. That also goes for Joan Collin. It's something about their style of speaking. Maybe because you understand every spoken word. Which is level toward the great Timothy Dalton. And Samantha Eggar and **** Jagger. Plus, the late David Niven. And honorable mention to Julie Christie. Jane Asher, Hugh Grant and several more. Have you wishing to make their voices be yours. Yes, the British Accent just so lovable. And the greatest things about it. You don't have to be famous to be adored.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
The British Accent
Sometimes, when you listen to their enounciation. You realize, just how beautiful they speak in their British accent. Every word expressively spoken. That you're mermorized by each vocal. Maggie Smith, the lady of class. Cary Grant, the man of taste. Oh, that British voice. That you might chose , if had you that choice. Or seek ways to adapt them to yours. Michael Redgrave/Michael Rennie/Vanessa Regraves All of them had that lovable voice. Then you notice the beautiful Julie Andrew. Words spoke so you see the greatness of the phase. Which we notice too in Richard Attenborough. Who reminds many of Richard Burton? Yes, the British accent. You just got to love it Similar to loving Honor Blackman when she speaks. A great difference from Jacqueline Bissett. Except written about them with great respect. Who can't admire the British Accent? Yes, there's the French. And I'm not kicking it. Then , there's Spanish. Which has more trying to learn it. But this is about the English and the various style of vocals. Colin Barker and Prince Williams the Royals speaks so wonderful. Just like, the man called Michael Caine. I just have to mention Deborah Kerr. That also goes for Joan Collin. It's something about their style of speaking. Maybe because you understand every spoken word. Which is level toward the great Timothy Dalton. And Samantha Eggar and **** Jagger. Plus, the late David Niven. And honorable mention to Julie Christie. Jane Asher, Hugh Grant and several more. Have you wishing to make their voices be yours. Yes, the British Accent just so lovable. And the greatest things about it. You don't have to be famous to be adored.
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Jebediah woke up, fixed himself a stiff drink And he thought everything was fine Then he found Matt’s feet, covered up in red ink Lucifer’d caught him in the night But, he ain’t no fool He knows Pharmacy Ted Julie Ann suffers from a stress disorder That keeps her awake all the time Freak out, rip the sheets, play a game of tiddlywinks That chick does it all the time… She’d rather drink whiskey than wine! Well, she’s sleeping now And there’s pills by the bed She's sleeping sound She knew Pharmacy Ted
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
Pharmacy Ted (Julie Ann's dead)
long live your rivals for one is your idol buddha is my jesus and dharma is the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin write a new rhyme man find a new sound you can't even believe this **** that i found all these things on my mind everyday they make me drown in my thoughts everyway my imagination wonders around all over the place think about the universe how did man begin to learn in this space i'll go on about the mysteries later in time cus i'm slightly ashamed of myself i believe in all these things my momma can't perceive things my momma can't can't even believe i shouldn't worry about what she thinks *** i'm just doing what i do i'm being all that i can be but i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown deep in my thoughts i just can't stop and think i'm lettin julie down down to somewhere we never should have been *** i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown in my thoughts long live your rivals for one is your idol Karma is my jesus and Buddha wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin listen to what i say no you don't believe *** man i'm slighlty insane i may have to say the acid opened up my mind to all the things that man cannot explain but people looking down *** the man hides the truth from the masses for what they claim is for the good of us all but in reality its just misconstrued perception they want you to believe but you know i always dream what is reality spend my whole days only to realize theories, ideas and such nothing concrete only things to think sublimely when a mind feels ashamed you just need a signal to release all these gains django unchained metaphor of simple self contain let me to believe that everything that i conceive is just a method that leads to compassionate leave letting julie down is no relief its just brings pain to my soul everything that i perceive long live your rivals for one is your idol Shiva is my jesus mother earth wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long Live your rivals for one is your idol the space is my jesus and the time wrote a bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long live your rivals for one is your idol Reality is my jesus perception wrote the bible now what I have up here is something new to your ears I hope you listened to me
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
Long Live Your Rivals for One is Your Idol
long live your rivals for one is your idol buddha is my jesus and dharma is the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin write a new rhyme man find a new sound you can't even believe this **** that i found all these things on my mind everyday they make me drown in my thoughts everyway my imagination wonders around all over the place think about the universe how did man begin to learn in this space i'll go on about the mysteries later in time cus i'm slightly ashamed of myself i believe in all these things my momma can't perceive things my momma can't can't even believe i shouldn't worry about what she thinks *** i'm just doing what i do i'm being all that i can be but i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown deep in my thoughts i just can't stop and think i'm lettin julie down down to somewhere we never should have been *** i can' help but think that i keep on making julie drown in my thoughts long live your rivals for one is your idol Karma is my jesus and Buddha wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me now let me begin listen to what i say no you don't believe *** man i'm slighlty insane i may have to say the acid opened up my mind to all the things that man cannot explain but people looking down *** the man hides the truth from the masses for what they claim is for the good of us all but in reality its just misconstrued perception they want you to believe but you know i always dream what is reality spend my whole days only to realize theories, ideas and such nothing concrete only things to think sublimely when a mind feels ashamed you just need a signal to release all these gains django unchained metaphor of simple self contain let me to believe that everything that i conceive is just a method that leads to compassionate leave letting julie down is no relief its just brings pain to my soul everything that i perceive long live your rivals for one is your idol Shiva is my jesus mother earth wrote the bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long Live your rivals for one is your idol the space is my jesus and the time wrote a bible now what i have up here is something new to your ears actually listen to me let me begin Long live your rivals for one is your idol Reality is my jesus perception wrote the bible now what I have up here is something new to your ears I hope you listened to me
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the priest, whose tomato face looked like it might explode under collar tension, gave the valedictory at the friday night execution the yellow-toothed, combover'd serial killer buckled in electric chair kept staring at the door, expecting an ally to crawl in late but not too late the mother of one of the victims rattled on about how she didn't care that the killer had an allergy to the anesthetic used in lethal injection      he's going to die either way     what's it matter? buzz of fly    crack of rolled program against empty folding chair (yes, there were programs, and whoever laid them out knew their typography) buzz of fly raised upward, toward the black, magma-cooled ceiling audience chin up, pupils circled fly as the priest droned on about everlasting life like a Paul Simon song from his youth like a catcher's mitt from his youth like a youth from his youth the boyfriend of one of the mothers of one of the victims said he was hungry    pancakes sound good, don't they? I love it when syrup gets on the bacon, you know? love that. a pudgy guard with bleary eyes and 12 a.m. shadow rolled his index finger   lowered his brow, telling the priest to wrap it up   so the priest wrapped it up by reading the names of the victims Tara Barnes, 17, Rachel Lythe, 10, Julie McPherson, 13, Serenity Strongman, 15, and Mary Beth Williamson, 13 the priest said something about judgement as the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims took another swat at the fly                       missed any last words? the priest asked where's James? the killer asked, he was supposed to be here did you guys give him the right time? the guard nodded to a lab coat by a black box then a hiss then a hum then an inhale the first jolt of alternating current for instantaneous brain death hard to tell if they succeeded in that for the second jolt came only a moment later    this shock's aim to fatally damage the internal organs, overstimulate the heart and the killer's face looked like a horse's leg then an exhale then a hum then a hiss and the killer's face looked like the crinkled skinmemory of a cicada it was late   most of the best restaurants already closed but we could go to that diner off 63rd, the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims, said
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Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
brain death
the priest, whose tomato face looked like it might explode under collar tension, gave the valedictory at the friday night execution the yellow-toothed, combover'd serial killer buckled in electric chair kept staring at the door, expecting an ally to crawl in late but not too late the mother of one of the victims rattled on about how she didn't care that the killer had an allergy to the anesthetic used in lethal injection      he's going to die either way     what's it matter? buzz of fly    crack of rolled program against empty folding chair (yes, there were programs, and whoever laid them out knew their typography) buzz of fly raised upward, toward the black, magma-cooled ceiling audience chin up, pupils circled fly as the priest droned on about everlasting life like a Paul Simon song from his youth like a catcher's mitt from his youth like a youth from his youth the boyfriend of one of the mothers of one of the victims said he was hungry    pancakes sound good, don't they? I love it when syrup gets on the bacon, you know? love that. a pudgy guard with bleary eyes and 12 a.m. shadow rolled his index finger   lowered his brow, telling the priest to wrap it up   so the priest wrapped it up by reading the names of the victims Tara Barnes, 17, Rachel Lythe, 10, Julie McPherson, 13, Serenity Strongman, 15, and Mary Beth Williamson, 13 the priest said something about judgement as the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims took another swat at the fly                       missed any last words? the priest asked where's James? the killer asked, he was supposed to be here did you guys give him the right time? the guard nodded to a lab coat by a black box then a hiss then a hum then an inhale the first jolt of alternating current for instantaneous brain death hard to tell if they succeeded in that for the second jolt came only a moment later    this shock's aim to fatally damage the internal organs, overstimulate the heart and the killer's face looked like a horse's leg then an exhale then a hum then a hiss and the killer's face looked like the crinkled skinmemory of a cicada it was late   most of the best restaurants already closed but we could go to that diner off 63rd, the boyfriend of the mother of one of the victims, said
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"Teej" Julie Teasdale  aka MasikaniCrocodile aka Crocodile of Happiness has taken her life after suffering from bipolar disorder. She was 27. She's home with Jesus now, God I miss her. All her HP family are invited to the service Sunday night at 1897 Little Snowbird RD Robbinsville NC 28771. I would love to give and receive hugs from any of you who were touched by her poetry. Trust me, she was the most beautiful, kind, sincere, meek person you could ever know. She was my best friend since the day I was born and my heart is shredded on my knees crying Lord, Lord. You can see pics and get some more of her writing at her facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/teejs?fref=ts -Robbie Teasdale
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 4:37 AM UTC
MasikaniCrocodile update
"Teej" Julie Teasdale  aka MasikaniCrocodile aka Crocodile of Happiness has taken her life after suffering from bipolar disorder. She was 27. She's home with Jesus now, God I miss her. All her HP family are invited to the service Sunday night at 1897 Little Snowbird RD Robbinsville NC 28771. I would love to give and receive hugs from any of you who were touched by her poetry. Trust me, she was the most beautiful, kind, sincere, meek person you could ever know. She was my best friend since the day I was born and my heart is shredded on my knees crying Lord, Lord. You can see pics and get some more of her writing at her facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/teejs?fref=ts -Robbie Teasdale
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
Message from a grieving younger brother
With this Gift our Sterling Mentor progress In lending your time for our Efforts grow Though at first we fear the Alum Rod - less, Is really your Way of True Friendship show Though I ask where the First Silence once had Was which my Stamps took your Character stern That I actualise; A Great Heart you have Which we Stunned Locals have begun to Learn And really do your Words explain the Map This Growing Business where our Voices speed Helping your Brethren on their Cards and Lap With Excelled Service do we take great heed. And now you Return where most Teachers rest Feeling confident that we did our Best.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE: JULIE DUNCAN
Julie, I can not be there with you now, But you'll always feel me near, my dear. Look deep into your heart and soul. Let the love around you forever grow. Turning sixteen is such a big milestone, Always know you're never alone. Grandma Kirby Thank you.. My sweet one.. I will always remember you, Grandma..
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC
A Message From Grandma
Barnacles crunch like fast food under your sneakers, my gnawed-on boots. We pass over cat-eyed shards of glass still spicy with beer bubbles and still fizzy with teen rebellion; It molds like an infection here. In a town nicknamed "Little Norway." ~ This place hoards candy-colored suburbia in its pockets. Houses like skittles weigh down its pants and it belches out tourist traps weaker than expired pepsi, yet it still manages these moments where I can trot by your gazelle legs and blast Julie Andrew's confidence. And I want to heap myself on the oyster shells, say STOP Put this moment in a snowglobe, sigh into it before we move on, do anything before the wind whips it away. Etch it into your hand if you have to. But breeze dimples the water like a golf ball and rips at the seams of the shore. Please don't forget me when you leave.
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Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 1:20 AM UTC
It's safe to say we talk about Everything
lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway what you gonna do about it? Juliet the dice were loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded in my heart And I forget I forget the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame Both ***** both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? I can't do the talk like they talk on TV And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion Julie I'd do the stars with you any time Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? You and me babe how bout it?
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Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
Dire Straights Romeo and Juliet
lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that Anyway what you gonna do about it? Juliet the dice were loaded from the start And I bet and you exploded in my heart And I forget I forget the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet? Come up on different streets they booth were streets of shame Both ***** both mean yes and the dream was just the same And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals? When you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? I can't do the talk like they talk on TV And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of Orion Julie I'd do the stars with you any time Juliet when we made love you used to cry You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die There's a place for us you know the movie song When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet? A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets of serenade Laying everybody low with a love song that he made Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade Says something like you and me babe how about it? You and me babe how bout it?
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one day the giant teacher walked pupils round the world some small giant boys some small giant girls jimmy giant stick your hand down through the cloudy mist tell me our location ... his methods had a twist think we are in india triumphant in his call i can smell the curry and feel the taj mahal julie giant,tommy, joe ***** stan, and sid egypt was the answer they touched the pyramid china, shouted sally i can feel the wall chinese folk in paddy fields i can touch em all tiny taffy last in turn came trailing from behind dai stick your hand down through the sky and see what you can find BLAENAVON, shouted dai while clutching at his crotch. can you feel the big pit? no,.... some **** stole my watch
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 1:39 PM UTC
GIANT WALKABOUT
Camelot was really a place where you parked camels – yeah, the Egyptians traded everywhere; and sure the round table was true – King Arthur asked Sir Circumference to fashion him a round table because, as a matter of strategy, it’s never good to be cornered And what did the Egyptians do after they parked their camels at Camelot? Oh, they enjoyed the knight life and the Musical and they eyeballed Guinevere and Julie Andrews So really, in spite of Thomas Malory and Richard Harris and Richard Burton in spite of all skills literary and vocal, and Hollywood special effects - Camelot was just a night club; the English have always loved a good drink
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
the true history of Camelot
This story contains a hidden message. There is a purpose for the message, so try to figure it out. It's nothing stupid, I promise. The key is fairly obvious. If you can figure it out, send the message back to me and I'll tell you what to do with it next. If you need extra clues, just ask. Here it is: The sign said to beware, but Julie didn't listen. The girl stood before ancient symbols, of which she recognized three. “How beautiful! They're, they...are just magnificent! Look at the detail, so exquisite, nearly divine themselves!” They were only Five small pieces of rock. “Is that Isis? Where is the legendary ***** of her man, Osiris?” Oh, the naivety of youth! She admired the woman for a moment, until six tiny shadows fell across the caves entrance. A strange number of shadows, indeed. Indicative of the beast, destroyer of enlightenment, killer of divinity; the seven, it's immortal enemy. Obviously, the unholiest of all the number realm. Julie, in awe of all she saw, absolute nirvana enveloping her being, didn't know of the danger that these Omens presented. The six things, growing, began to move and slither towards poor Julie. You would never want to know what these things are. Love entered Julie's mind. Unaware humanity had deserted her, Julie is. Her last moment was love.
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Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 9:40 PM UTC
Julie's Puzzle (this story contains a hidden message. can you figure it out?)
I never wanted to go splashing and crashing over the top of a rainbow.. So.. Julie and me sailed off across the jellybean sea to a land..(and here I'll agree this sounds a bit grand. ) But under nursery rhyme trees where lollipops grow out of grandmothers knees and lemonade pop,pops up out of the ground with a lemonade pop popping pop kind of sound and where chocolates galore can be found on the shore by the lakes of cream cakes.. ..here we will stay to play every day...and the night never came and each game was brand new.. Wouldn't you want to stay? Well..wouldn't you? But the time finally arrived though we had hoped it would not and wiping snot on my sleeve (because boys do that) We built a matchbox boat and got ready to leave...ready to sail on the sea of despair I will,I will be going back there to the land of sunshine,funtime.. ..and whether it's the jellybean sea or an ocean floating in marmalade tea.. Julie and me will cross it together.. ..eating love hearts and living, Forever.
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Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
Blowing bubbles
mee lords! let thy speak a  little phase! thy shadow of mee dreams.? my little rose  love of life.mee lady at castle steel one evening. a ghostly  person she be . i love her but then you see. she a ghost of castle steel she was mee   friend, mee love of life. when  she was liveing. she  call out the  window one evening on  moon lite night . my dear lord elliot  where thy be mee  lovely friend. by the  meadow stream  water of of life. and then a little bird flying around came down from sky that  night. bite my love. on her hand. so i said over here my love . by the garden by our tree . what is   love mee lords i'll be in the castle steel because mee   lady spirit. live  in these wall  at castle steel. these is true story of us. we are children of forest an castle  that live once upon a time in story. mee sweet  love mee little rose flower of life that she be mee lady julie . a flower of my heart. the sunrise an sunset of my  day. she the spring water of my life. my love of life my soul my heart thy true friend i had 400 hundred  years  ago she was wonderful person. my julie
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Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 8:49 PM UTC
mee lady at castle steel
Ryan he likes slags called kim I wonder if Kim's fat or slim Is she ugly, is she grim I guess Kim's good enough for him Kim she's Ryan's piece of trim Is it because she licks the rim Are other slags out on a whim Maybe their filled up to the brim Bus stops talk they say so much They seem to have that magic touch Slags lives scrawled on shelters hutch Straight to the point, not double Dutch No other slags are good enough perhaps their skanks and far too rough Slags called Kim, must be so tough When Ryan does not get enough Not slags called Julie, Emma or Jane Jodi and Rachel must be too plain Just try Michelle, are you insane ? Limiting tarts is loss not gain Is Ryan partial to whips and chain ? And Kim obliges him with pain Kim must be different with the cane It's no wonder he wants Kim again Kim maybe great, from where your stood She's just a **** who likes hard wood Come on now Ryan, you know you should There's other slags that's just as good
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Ryan Likes Slags Called Kim
Many speakers of English have trouble Knowing which pronoun they should be using. Why do they find "I" or "me" Or "she" or "her" so confusing? "Between you and I" is a phrase That many speakers of English say. "Between you and me" is spot on. Don't let "I" get in the way. "Her brother and her went to the movie." How could "her" go to a show? "She and her brother" actually went. Isn't that easy? Don't say no. "The present is from Julie and I." From "I"? No, no, that can't be. Here's what we really should be saying: "The present is from Julie and me." "Her and I have known each other For many years." I hear that said. Ouch! Let "she" replace the word "her." It should be "she and I" instead. If one or more pronouns are used in a phrase, Here's a tip that's kind of fun: If you're not sure which one to use, Always try them one by one. For example, take the phrase "Me and Tom like apple pie." Tom likes pie; I like it, too. So, it should be "Tom and I." There you have it. For someone like You and me, this is a cinch. You and I will know the correct Pronoun to use when we're in a pinch. -by Bob B (9-29-18)
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Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 8:26 PM UTC
I or Me?
Bevelled slick edges, and reeaal eeaasy slopes. Chilli dip wedges with fresh artichokes. Wanton loose wenches and swivel hipped ****** Daft dawgs and dentures and granddad - who snores.
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Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
"- Think Julie Andrews -"