I like your hair
2006-06-21 14:00:11
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answer #1
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answered by preciousmoments1962 7
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Poems are ways for us to sit and think,
while jokes are a funny ways to connect the link,
between the literary world of right & left brains,
just be careful your not standing on the tracks when time for trains, anything I don't care....... you say,
but coming up with a poem or joke isn't easy play,
I shall not cuss out of my mouth, for all you care,
cause my mommy would have a fuss, and soap I do not care
for I hope these words wins me the 10 points
writing this has brought pain to my finger joints.
-follownhim
2006-06-20 08:12:39
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answer #2
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answered by follownhim 2
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Can you raed tihs? Olny srmat poelpe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg.The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!
2006-06-20 08:11:41
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answer #3
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answered by a person 2
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No one likes to think of there own mortality, its a subject that most people avoid for the better part of their lives. But sometimes we're faced with it with no way of avoiding it, and something we've never had to think of is pushing itself inexorably forward into our lives.
Some of us have it thrust upon us through no choice of our own, others through choices they have made, or the choices of others. But with all of these, the thought is undesirable and frightening.
In some cases there is the ability to prevent it, or stop it, there is a choice in the list of choices we've mad to cause it that'll allow us to stop it. In others, there is no avoidance, no way to dodge the bullet.
It is the people with choices that are the most gifted, because they have the ability to chose to stop it, to choose that their end doesn't have to be the way it has suddenly been prescribed as. Sometimes though, the gifted do not see their choice, they don't realize that they can change it, and even if they do, its too late.
It is then the ultimate gift to not only be able to make that choice, but to realize that you can.
i just hope, that ill realize when i have a choice, and not fumble blindly to my end.
because then id be wasting a gift that people without choices so desperately want.
I did the best i could.
2006-06-20 08:07:02
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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Summer Haiku
Silence
and a deeper silence
when the crickets
hesitate
by Leonard Cohen
2006-06-20 08:07:26
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answer #5
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answered by Grog The Fish 5
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Penelope
Lady grey hair
your needles knit
and pearl the gloom,
drawing polished corners
of the room into mute
patterns and frayed ends.
You frown and count and
click, weaving woolen words
and soft reproaches
that itch when unfolded
across the bed
Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea;
How long they kiss in sight of all the lands,
Ah! longer, longer we.
Now, in the sea's red vintage melts the sun
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine
And Cleopatra night drinks all. 'Tis done,
Love, lay thine hand in mine.
Come forth, sweet stars, and comfort heaven's heart,
Glimmer, ye waves, 'round else unlighted sands;
Oh night! divorce our sun and sky apart
Never our lips, our hands
2006-06-20 08:07:16
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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>This is funny!!!
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>Subject: BETTER WATCH OUT !! This is way to funny!
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>Rectum Stretcher -- I don't care who you are...this is funny!!!
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>While she was "flying" down the road yesterday (10 miles over the
limit),
>a woman passed over a bridge only to find a cop with a radar gun on
the
>other side lying in wait. The cop pulled her over, walked up to the
car,
>and with that classic patronizing smirk we all know and love, asked,
>"What's your hurry?"
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>To which she replied, "I'm late for work."
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>"Oh yeah," said the cop, "what do you do?"
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>"I'm a rectum stretcher," she responded.
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>The cop stammered, "A what? A rectum stretcher? And just what does a
>rectum stretcher do?"
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>"Well," she said, "I start by inserting one finger, then work my way
up
>to two fingers, then three, then four, then with my whole hand in. I
work
>from side to side until I can get both hands in, and then I slowly
but
>surely stretch, until it's about 6 feet wide."
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>"And just what the hell do you do with a 6 foot asshole?" he asked.
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>"You give him a radar gun and park him behind a bridge..."
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>Traffic Ticket $95.00
>Court Costs. $45.00
>The Look on Cop's Face. PRICELESS
2006-06-20 08:08:19
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answer #7
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answered by Paige 2
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Where is had my soul gone,
with blood down the drain.
My slited wrists
not feeling the pain.
My last letter
written in blood.
My cracked,
bleeding so much.
My pride and, so long,
are noiw dead.
My death is joy
to the world around me.
How was that?
2006-06-20 08:07:50
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answer #8
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answered by coolcat123 3
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Poem:
There once was a carbon-based form
He defied the statistical norm
He frolicked and teased
The Computers weren't pleased
So they reprogrammed him to conform
(Okay that was a limerick and yes, I wrote it.)
Joke:
Two cannibals are having dinner. First cannibal says, "I hate my mother in law." Second cannibal says, "Then just eat your noodles."
Cuss:
************! (not you, I just ran over my toe with the computer chair)
2006-06-20 08:10:03
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answer #9
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answered by ? 6
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
For the 10 points
I wrote this poem for you
Now trust me there is more for you
That you may never get to see
That is unless you give....give those 10 points to me! :-)
2006-06-20 08:05:51
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answer #10
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answered by puppy2adopt 3
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A duck walks into a bar...
"Got any duck food" he asks the bartender?
"No...this is a bar, we don't have any duck food. Now get out of here!" Replies the bartender. So the duck leaves and comes back the next day...
"Got any duck food" he asks the bartender?
"I told you no yesterday! Now get out of here and don't come back or I'll nail your webbed feet to the floor!" Replies the bartender. So the duck leaves and returns again the next day...
"Got any nails?" Asks the duck?
"No" replies the bartender.
"Then do you have any duck food?"
2006-06-20 08:09:09
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answer #11
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answered by MJ 2
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