Linux Songs Poems: 511 of 719 |
The bank sent our statement this morning,
The red ink was a sight of great awe!
Their figures and mine might have balanced,
But my wife was too quick on the draw.
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Linux Songs Poems: 512 of 719 |
The Bird of Time has but a little way to fly ...
and the bird is on the wing.
-- Omar Khayyam
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Linux Songs Poems: 513 of 719 |
The boy stood on the burning deck,
Eating peanuts by the peck.
His father called him, but he could not go,
For he loved those peanuts so.
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Linux Songs Poems: 514 of 719 |
The camel has a single hump;
The dromedary two;
Or else the other way around.
I'm never sure. Are you?
-- Ogden Nash
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Linux Songs Poems: 515 of 719 |
The carbonyl is polarized,
The delta end is plus.
The nucleophile will thus attack,
The carbon nucleus.
Addition makes an alcohol,
Of types there are but three.
It makes a bond, to correspond,
From C to shining C.
-- Prof. Frank Westheimer, to "America the Beautiful"
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Linux Songs Poems: 516 of 719 |
The common cormorant, or shag,
Lays eggs inside a paper bag;
The reason, you will see, no doubt,
Is to keep the lightning out.
But what these unobservant birds
Have failed to notice is that herds
Of bears may come with buns
And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.
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Linux Songs Poems: 517 of 719 |
The difference between us is not very far,
cruising for burgers in daddy's new car.
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Linux Songs Poems: 518 of 719 |
The eyes of Texas are upon you,
All the livelong day;
The eyes of Texas are upon you,
You cannot get away;
Do not think you can escape them
From night 'til early in the morn;
The eyes of Texas are upon you
'Til Gabriel blows his horn.
-- University of Texas' school song
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Linux Songs Poems: 519 of 719 |
The garden is in mourning;
The rain falls cool among the flowers.
Summer shivers quietly
On its way towards its end.
Golden leaf after leaf
Falls from the tall acacia.
Summer smiles, astonished, feeble,
In this dying dream of a garden.
For a long while, yet, in the roses,
She will linger on, yearning for peace,
And slowly
Close her weary eyes.
-- Hermann Hesse, "September"
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Linux Songs Poems: 520 of 719 |
The glances over cocktails
That seemed to be so sweet
Don't seem quite so amorous
Over Shredded Wheat
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