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Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And, shortly for to tellen as it was, Were it by áventúre, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the Knyght, Of which ful blithe and glad was every wyght; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By foreward and by composic i oun, As ye han herd; what nedeth word e s mo? And whan this goode man saugh that it was so, As he that wys was and obedient...

Beautiful Railway Bridge of the Silv’ry Tay! Alas! I am very sorry to say That ninety lives have been taken away On the last Sabbath day of 1879, Which will be remember’d for a very long time. ’Twas about seven o’clock at night, And the wind it blew with all its might, And the rain came pouring down, And the dark clouds seem’d to frown, And the Demon of the air seem’d to say— “I’ll blow down the B...

Yeah Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm) Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know) I just been fantasizin' (size) And we got a lotta time (time) Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe) Gotta know what it's like (like) Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa Baby, I need to know, mmm...

When I was twelve, I wanted a macaw but they cost hundreds of dollars. If we win the lottery? I asked. Macaws weren’t known to be great talkers, but they were affectionate. Yes , my mother said. If we win the lottery. I was satisfied, so long as it wasn’t impossible. The macaw would be blue.

And now as the iron rinds over the ponds start dissolving, you come, dreaming of ferns and flowers and new leaves unfolding, upon the brash turnip-hearted skunk cabbage slinging its bunches leaves up through the chilling mud. You kneel beside it. The smell is lurid and flows out in the most unabashed way, attracting into itself a continual spattering of protein. Appalling its rough green caves, an...

Quietly he read, restraining himself, the first column and, yielding,  but resisting, began the second. Midway, his last resistance yielding,  he allowed his bowels to ease themselves quietly as he read, reading  still patiently that slight constipation of yesterday quite gone. Hope  it’s not too big bring on piles again. No, just right. So. Ah! Costive.  One tabloid of ca...

Lone sounds the name and interesting like the game Lone gives you fame with no one to blame It's like that but what can you say That lone brings you shame of which you can't tame Lone is not to blame but blame is to blame Lone gives you facts to make your claim Lone is the reminder, something to make you ponder Lone is the victim but never the cause Lone is today when none obeys Lone is far and ne...

Well, today I just feel so confused So battered + psychically bruised All my friends talk of Collusion, ha, Conspiracies just add to the Confusion Like a pig pulls a cartload of sausages Guess I'm drawing my own conclusion I need a car that can get me around Far from the city-dwellers AM sound Commuters + computers, Yeah, I'm just on more Polluter But the Travel-bug has got me And the buggers all...

Little boxes on the hill side, little boxes made of ticky-tacky. Little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same. There’s a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one, And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky, and they all look just the same. And the people in the houses all go to the university Where they all get put in boxes, little boxes, all the same. And there’s doctors and...

It was six years after the fact that I became I perhaps again, perhaps for the first time. There was the suggestion that I should mark each passage with a commemoration to what had been lost, or survived, words like redemption but that was never I, for I have nothing to apologise for and I’ll take my time. Simply put, the days followed the days and the weeks followed the weeks and the months the m...

Who is the man doing everything he can The winner the winner At the finish line first one every time The winner the winner He spends his life in a box Of ideas he can use But every night you can find him alone A loser Now he's won himself but he's getting nowhere else The winner the winner And he needs a friend cause it's getting near the end The winner the winner He sits at home with the toys Tha...

When Naboth's vineyard look'd so fine, The king cried out, 'Would this were mine!' And yet no reason could prevail To bring the owner to a sale. Jezebel saw, with haughty pride, How Ahab grieved to be denied; And thus accosted him with scorn: 'Shall Naboth make a monarch mourn? A king, and weep! The ground's your own; I'll vest the garden in the crown.' With that she hatch'd a plot, and made Poor...

Nentis Nan, he’s my man, I go do im each chanz I gan. He sicks me down an creans my teed Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed, An ten he filks my cavakies Wid choclut cangy — I tink he’s The graygest nentis in the lan. Le’s hear free jeers for Nentis Nan. Pip-pip-ooray! Pip-pip-ooray! Pip-pip-ooray! Le’s go to Nentis Nan dooday!

From the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, The bees on the bells of thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime, And the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was, Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing,...

I was a boy walking tough, king of the street Believed in making my own destiny, yeah Victim of love, I made a promise that I'd never be Another one of love's fatalities Rule number one was running wild and always running free Didn't need no luck, my guardian angel looking over me You passed me by, I got the vibe, left me in disbelief Arrow to my heart, at hurricane velocity You pierced my emotion...

My Soul . I summon to the winding ancient stair; Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole; Fix every wandering thought upon That quarter where all thought is done: Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,  And sorry I could not travel both  And be one traveller, long I stood  And looked down one as far as I could  To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,  And having perhaps the better claim,  Because it was grassy and wanted wear;  Though as for that the passing there  Had worn them really...

Forking out  more than £25million in divorce settlements across three failed  marriages could leave anyone feeling extremely bitter about life. It  certainly seems to be the case for Monty Python star John Cleese, who  has hit out at his ex-wives for costing him so much money - and prompted  him to wish they would all die. They  are not the only women to incur his wra...

Faheem Rasheed Najm (born September 30, 1984), [1] better known by his stage name T-Pain , is an American rapper, singer, and record producer. His debut album, Rappa Ternt Sanga , was released in 2005. In 2007, T-Pain released his second album, Epiphany , which reached number one on the US Billboard 200 chart. His third album, Three Ringz , was released in 2008. The albums included a string of hit...

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his...

Are you afraid of the dark? I know I am.  Next time you're feeling trapped, remember that I'm scared too, and that we are both experiencing that feeling simultaneously.  Join me. 

At the end of a winding path A figure traipses a precipice, Scowls beneath, towards shattered stones: Hasty epitaphs for the inconsequentials A plethora of Darrens & Margarets  Who choked down their last gasp  in counterpoint to the air  As it leaves their temporal ribcage up towards the lift  to the scaffold 

Are you a person who naturally smiles when experiencing little to zero emotion? Do you class yourself as a 'foodie'? Do you refer to your friends as a squad? Do you have sideburns? Do you present a podcast? You may be suffering from CHUFFED. 

Roll up, roll up! Who wants to buy some soap? We've got all the soaps here Tommy.  We got the white soap, we got the brown soap. We got all sorts here.  'Av a peruse around son, pick which sort of soap you want, and when you're done, I'll be sat in the bistro.  I'm 'avvin a steak mate! Oy Oy!

How much meat moves Into the city each night The decks of its bridges tremble In the liquefaction of sodium light And the moon a chemical orange Semi-trailers strain their axles Shivering as they take the long curve Over warehouses and lofts The wilderness of streets below The mesh of it With Joe on the front stoop smoking And Louise on the phone with her mother Out of the haze of industrial meado...