--Euro 2008--

I will not hate you.
Hate makes you an intimate part of me.
You mortgage my thoughts.
You become a germ in the heart of me.
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I will not hate you.
I give you my thoughts by my loathing.
You garment my mind
In a shabby and irritant clothing.
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By hating I give you
Hours too precious, filched from another.
By hating I bind you
Closer to me than the love of a brother.
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You curdle my sight.
You tint the world gray, if I let you.
I can not love you.
I will not hate. let me forget you.

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~~By Gloria M~~

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~http://www.euro2008.uefa.com/index.html

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~http://www.gamblingtherapy.org/ShowThread.aspx?ID=511038&Page=1

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--粽子...你吃,我看.......--

--Happy Father's Day--

Only a dad with a tired face,

Coming home from the daily race,

Bringing little of gold or fame

To show how well he has played the game;

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But glad in his heart that his own rejoice

To see him come and to hear his voice.

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Only a dad with a brood of four,

One of ten million men or more

Plodding along in the daily strife,

Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,

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With never a whimper of pain or hate,

For the sake of those who at home await.

Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,

Merely one of the surging crowd,

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Toiling, striving from day to day,

Facing whatever may come his way,

Silent whenever the harsh condemn,

And bearing it all for the love of them.

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Only a dad but he gives his all,

To smooth the way for his children small,

Doing with courage stern and grim

The deeds that his father did for him.

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This is the line that for him I pen:

Only a dad, but the best of men.

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~~By Edgar A. Guest (1916)~~

-http://poetry.about.com/od/poems/l/blguestonlyadad.htm

--Met The DownTurn--

Again... Run but Dont Hide.....

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1.92 ~ 2.70 and more to come.........

--IN da VINCI's MIND--

"We Never Guess and We Never Assume;

The Answer of eveything will come after You

Self-Experienced All YOUR Doubts"

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"IN-VINCI-ble MIND"

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--The Truman Show 1998--

In this movie, Truman is a man whose life is a fake one... The place he lives is in fact a big studio with hidden cameras everywhere, and all his friends and people around him, are actors who play their roles in the most popular TV-series in the world: The Truman Show. Truman thinks that he is an ordinary man with an ordinary life and has no idea about how he is exploited. Until one day... he finds out everything. Will he react? .......

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~http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120382/plotsummary

--Beggar's Mind--

Near Clapham village, where fields began,
Saint Edward met a beggar man.
It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled,
The old man trembled for the fierce cold.
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Saint Edward cried, "It is monstrous sin
A beggar to lie in rags so thin!
An old gray-beard and the frost so keen:
I shall give him my fur-lined gaberdine."
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He stripped off his gaberdine of scarlet
And wrapped it round the aged varlet,
Who clutched at the folds with a muttered curse,
Quaking and chattering seven times worse.
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Said Edward, "Sir, it would seem you freeze
Most bitter at your extremities.
Here are gloves and shoes and stockings also,
That warm upon your way you may go."
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The man took stocking and shoe and glove,
Blaspheming Christ our Saviour’s love,
Yet seemed to find but little relief,
Shaking and shivering like a leaf.
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Said the saint again, "I have no great riches,
Yet take this tunic, take these breeches,
My shirt and my vest, take everything,
And give due thanks to Jesus the King."
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The saint stood naked upon the snow
Long miles from where he was lodged at Bowe,
Praying, "O God! my faith, it grows faint!
This would try the temper of any saint.
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"Make clean my heart, Almighty, I pray,
And drive these sinful thoughts away.
Make clean my heart if it be Thy will,
This damned old rascal’s shivering still!"
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He stooped, he touched the beggar man’s shoulder;
He asked him did the frost nip colder?
"Frost!" said the beggar, "no, stupid lad!
’Tis the palsy makes me shiver so bad."

-by Robert Graves
(July 24, 1895 - 1985)

-http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19308
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-http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/193