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ÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÜ ÜÜÜ ÜÜÜÜ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßÛßßßßßÛÛÜ ÜÜßßßßÜÜÜÜ ÜÛÜ ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÛßß ßÛÛ
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ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÛ ÜÛÛÛÜÛÛÜÜÜ ßÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÜÜÜÛÛÝ Ûß
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ßßßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÞÝ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßßÛÜÞÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßßÛÛÛÞß
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Mo.iMP ÜÛÛÜ ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÝ ßÛß
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ß ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ÜÛ
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ÜÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß
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ÜÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÜÜ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÛÛÞÛÛÛÛÛÝ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛßß
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ÜÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛÜÛÛÛÛÜÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ÞÛ ßÛÛÛÛÛ Ü ÛÝÛÛÛÛÛ Ü
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ÜÛ ÞÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛ ßÛÜ ßÛÛÛÜÜ ÜÜÛÛÛß ÞÛ ÞÛÛÛÝ ÜÜÛÛ
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ÛÛ ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßÛÜ ßßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛß ÜÜÜß ÛÛÛÛÜÜÜÜÜÜÜÛÛÛÛÛß
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ßÛÜ ÜÛÛÛß ßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÛÜ ßßÜÜ ßßÜÛÛßß ßÛÛÜ ßßßÛßÛÛÛÛÛÛÛßß
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ßßßßß ßßÛÛß ßßßßß ßßßßßßßßßßßßß
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ARRoGANT CoURiERS WiTH ESSaYS
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Grade Level: Type of Work Subject/Topic is on:
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[ ]6-8 [ ]Class Notes [Essay on types of poems.]
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[ ]9-10 [ ]Cliff Notes [ ]
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[x]11-12 [x]Essay/Report [ ]
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[ ]College [ ]Misc [ ]
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Dizzed: 07/94 # of Words:1200 School:Public State:NY
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ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>Chop Here>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ>ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ
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AUTHOR'S NOTE- All through this anthology are witticisms and anecdotes sure
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to make the pleasure of reading poetry a more enjoyable experience. These
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are denoted by a =>. Read these and then read the following poem or poems.
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I'm sure you'll find them much better, after reading another point of view.
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=> FALSIFY-"If I put a book on my head, it falsify move."
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LIMERICKS
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There was an old lady named Drake
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Who wanted to transport a cake
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Across a lagoon
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Upon a pontoon;
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But Drake dropped her cake in the lake!
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There was a young man from New Delhi
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Who had a great passion for jelly;
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For breakfast and lunch
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A full jar he would munch,
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Till his body was nothing but belly!
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=> Show me a chiropractor who's a practical joker-
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and I'll show YOU a guy who tries to pull people's legs!
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HAIKU
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I hear the anguish
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I feel the warmth of my own
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What is going on?
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I exit the balloon
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air rushes, voices abound
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Years go by, I DIE!
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=> Conceit is an old disease. It makes everyone sick except the
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person who has it.
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TANKA
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I work the magic
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I weave the strands into gold
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It often unravels
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I see the many changes
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It throws me its knuckleball....
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I am swirling about
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caught in some infernal hell
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wind rushes, brains scramble
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houses fly above my head, crash along;
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caught in this huge spinning hell....
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=> An air traffic controller who worked the night shift was
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constantly pestered by a wiseguy pilot who landed at his field regularly.
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Everytime the pilot came in for a landing at night, he contacted the tower
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for permission to land and said, "Air traffic controller, guess who wants
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to land."
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Finally, one night the controller had his fill of the pilot's
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nonsense. When the approaching pilot said to him, "Air traffic controller,
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guess who wants to land," the controller shut off all the runway lights and
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replied, "This is air traffic controller to guess who wants to land. NOW
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GUESS WHERE TO LAND!"
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=> "Does your car knock?"
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"No, it just scratches at the door when it wants to come
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in."
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CINQUAIN
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Able
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to de-create
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wasting away the good
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to live our foolish sorry lives
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poor earth.
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Useless
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All that life is
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As Ecclesiastes
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Has pronounced in all his teachings
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Life is...
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=> I never learned anything in grade school. My teacher was so fat that
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everytime she turned around, she erased the blackboard. -Robin Williams
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EPIGRAM
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Someone sees the hell of war
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never again to want any more.
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I saw the son of a seventh one
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unable to live the life he won.
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=> ATTENTION! GOLFERS! DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE
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COMPUTER
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TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS
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O A
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O F
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PL A
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O F
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TORONTO BLUE JAYS
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ONTO
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B E S
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E A S
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O N
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=> "I just read where the Department of Commerce says that
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by the year 1995, there'll be over 200 million cars in this
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country."
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"I guess that if anybody wants to cross the road, they'd
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better do it now."
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ALPHABET
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BASEBALL
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At-Bat
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Bunt
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Called Out
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Dugout
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Earl Weaver
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Flyout
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Groundout
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Homer
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Infield Hit
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Jump
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Koufax
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Linedrive
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Mound
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Ninth Inning
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Out
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Pop Fly
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Quit While You're AHEAD
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Relief Pitcher
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Strikeout
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Throw
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Umpire
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Valenzuela
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Whiff
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Xciting
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Yogi Berra
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Zoooom!
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NAMES
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Aaron
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Beth
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Charlie
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Dave
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Earl
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Fred
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Greg
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Harry
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Irene
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Jerry
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Kira
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Larry
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Mark
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Nathan
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Otto
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Paul
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Quentin
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Rick
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Steve
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Tom
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Unice
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Vinnie
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Walter
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Xavier
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Yolanda
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Zack
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=> BOY-What are you doing with that piece of rope?
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OLD-TIMER-That's not a rope sonny, its a weather gauge.
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BOY-Well how do you tell the weather with that rope?
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OLD-TIMER-Its simple sonny. When it swings back and forth,
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it's windy. When it gets wet, it's raining.
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FREE VERSE
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THE REALITY
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do you
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sleep with
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a micro
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phone in
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your face
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to record all
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of the ideas
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in a dream (
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that may be
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lost)
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of the greatest
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thing- I saw
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through the
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skin and flesh
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and the falsehoods
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of self-esteem
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and I saw -
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me. Just me.
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=> The telephone on the editor's desk rang insistently.
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When he answered, a voice said, "You're all wet about the
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high cost of living. My wife and I live sumptuously, eating
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everything we like, on less than a dollar a week."
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"A DOLLAR A WEEK!" cried the editor. "I can't believe it!
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Won't you tell me how you do it, and to make sure I get the story
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straight, please speak louder."
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"I can't speak louder," came the answer. "I'm a
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goldfish."
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ACCEPT IT OR LEAVE IT TO BE
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Standard
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see
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we can see past the
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standard at by
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which we
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are judged.
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Do we know
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what we are
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judged by or
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are we waiting
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to accept our
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fate?
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YOU HAVE
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NO RIGHT TO
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WALK THE WAYS OF THE SCHOOLED ONE
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1 to ten
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A to Zed
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learnt
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back and
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forth to
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the edge
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of insanity
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poring
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over books
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and listening
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to fat smelly
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teachers and
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sing about forgotten
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scriptures and
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nothing to believe
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a basis to think to
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live a life of
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learning.
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A's! B's! FAILED! S.O.B.!
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No allowance! Left
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to learn in sorrow
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school
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=> "My day started off bad. This morning I slept through
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the alarm. To make matters worse it was my smoke alarm. You can't
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imagine how depressing it is to open your eyes the first thing in
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the morning and find yourself ten stories up on a ladder over a
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fireman's shoulder."
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-Bill Cosby
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LOOK BUT JUST SEE THE IMAGE
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Ought to Naught
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with nothing to see
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wanting the standard
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yet nothing may see past
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time.
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the standard
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break it for
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a life
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worth
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Nothing next to.
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-David Ip 1992
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