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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Linux Songs Poems: 521 of 719 |
The good (I am convinced, for one)
Is but the bad one leaves undone.
Once your reputation's done
You can live a life of fun.
-- Wilhelm Busch
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Linux Songs Poems: 522 of 719 |
The good life was so elusive
It really got me down
I had to regain some confidence
So I got into camouflage
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Linux Songs Poems: 523 of 719 |
The good time is approaching,
The season is at hand.
When the merry click of the two-base lick
Will be heard throughout the land.
The frost still lingers on the earth, and
Budless are the trees.
But the merry ring of the voice of spring
Is borne upon the breeze.
-- Ode to Opening Day, "The Sporting News", 1886
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Linux Songs Poems: 524 of 719 |
The grave's a fine and private place,
but none, I think, do there embrace.
-- Andrew Marvell
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Linux Songs Poems: 525 of 719 |
The hope that springs eternal
Springs right up your behind.
-- Ian Drury, "This Is What We Find"
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Linux Songs Poems: 526 of 719 |
The Junior God now heads the roll
In the list of heaven's peers;
He sits in the House of High Control,
And he regulates the spheres.
Yet does he wonder, do you suppose,
If, even in gods divine,
The best and wisest may not be those
Who have wallowed awhile with the swine?
-- Robert W. Service
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