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Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
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The Chief Defect of Henry King
Was chewing little bits of String.
At last he swallowed some which tied
Itself in ugly Knots inside.
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Then dirt scared me, because of the dirt
he had put on her face. And her training bra
scared me—the newspapers, morning and evening,
kept saying it, training bra,
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FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light
Th' enraptur'd innocent has wing'd her flight;
On the kind bosom of eternal love
She finds unknown beatitude above.
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He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide,
He was just a wand'ring mongrel from the weary world outside;
He was not aristocratic, being mostly ribs and hair,
With a hint of spaniel parents and a touch of native bear.
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Graduation Day is the climax of a dream.
A parental dream that began when a child is born,
And their hope come true it would seem,
A triumph held after periods of forlorn,
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Through many countries and over many seas
I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites,
to show this final honour to the dead,
and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes,
since now fate takes you, even you, from me.
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I open my window to let in the morning light and the cool fresh air
Though in the midst of a legion of works assigned for the day
The girl servant next door fills my heart with her innocent smile
Like a pure dew drop glares from the grass-top in the dawn
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My head is bald,
but I don't care.
I'm not so tall,
but I don't care.
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Dear ghosts, dear presences, O my dear parents,
Why were you so sad on porches, whispering?
What great melancholies were loosed among our swings!
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I woke up this morning
and I was mourning
weary and broken
my life burnin' down to ashes and smokin'
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Now, joy is born of parents poor,
And pleasure of our richer kind;
Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing
As sweet a song as joy confined.
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Man is mortal and death is certain
So my beloved remove all the curtains
Hanging between you and reality
My boy mind well, it is your duty.
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I sit in the terrace, gazing at the starry sky,
and think about the answer to the question, 'Who am I? '
I am a girl who wants to be young forever,
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Clarence Lee from Tennessee
Loved the commercials he saw on TV.
He watched with wide believing eyes
And bought everything they advertised --
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Tyrannical, horrible, traumatic, ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
That’s what, I’ll say-
Juvenescent childhood, as it flowed thro
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Left the world on his own will,
Hanging on the rope, dead and still
A person lost his life by his choice
This is story of a person who lost his voice
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When we are children, if we're lucky, our parents form a team…they teach us how to love and show us how to dream….they keep us safe and warm and happy…they make sure that we're well fed…they are the ones, when we're afraid of the dark, who check for monsters neath our bed.
But the children of war…and their parents…are not so lucky because day or night…on the ground or in the air…how can parents protect their children when there are monsters everywhere?
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We smoke because our parents do
Sometimes that's the reason why we chew,
And we also learned how to swear and how to curse
Also by listening to our parents first.
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Once upon a time there was lockdown due to virus and School all stopped
Online Classes going on
The teacher said buy a phone to see the classes. Parents decided to buy a phone. children take a phone and not studied well
And not seeing the classes and day playing with the phones.
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Snow, snow, where it all goes, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day, no sun to ruin the fun, only snow today, when the kids ask the parents to go out to play, the parents say you may, snow, snow, come today and please don't go away, we need it for our plans, snow in our hands, then when were done, what is needed is candy and hot cocoa, sure will be dandy, sun don't come so soon, snow stay until noon, tomorrow we have school, but today is a snow day hooray, for today the kids play and the parents watch and smile as if its a play, rather to be inside, outside is the choice for all and no other should satisfy us more, hot chocolate with smores, snow, snow, where it all goes, nobody knows, children come and play and have snowball fights on this day.
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When you become a parent
You will then understand,
Why your parents raised their voices
And sometimes raised their hand.
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This is another day, yet I find this day very hard. I felt sick in stomach at morning and threw up twice. Since then I am scared, I am very scared. Could I be pregnant? Oh God, please help me, I don't want to be pregnant again.
I have three daughters- seven years old Bishakaha, five years old Sulekha and three years old Rekha. I was pregnant again a year ago. When I was four months pregnant, my husband and my mother in-law coaxed me to see a clinic in near by town to find if this was a boy. Bad luck to me and to them, she was a female again. They wanted me to terminate that pregnancy then and there. Though I did not want another daughter but I did not want to abort that baby either. They forcefully got me admitted to the clinic. I opposed, I fought and I cried but none cared. On that day, then and there, that pregnancy was terminated.
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Be happy with the gifts your parents gave;
Be thankful for the things your parents did;
Be grateful for their sacrifices made;
Be joyful for all things they try to do.
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