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Her Fathers Eyes

My daughter has her fathers' eyes
And all her friends agree
'I wish she'd use her own' he cries
'Without them I can't see'!

My daughter has her fathers' nose
My father always felt
Although his facial problem grows
He never knew he smelt!

My daughter has her fathers' chin
And every time he coughs
His teeth begin to drop.....and spin
And both his lips fall off

My daughter has her fathers ears
The awful things she says
Don't hurt him as he never hears
And thinks she sings his praise

My daughter has her fathers' smile
He makes a simple case
'I haven't smiled in quite a while
Cos that bitch stole my face'
steve stirk

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The King Of Erin's Daughter

THE King of Erin's Daughter had wind-blown hair and bright,
The King of Erin's Daughter, her eyes were like the sea;

(O Rose of all the roses, have you forgotten quite
The story of the days of old that once you told to me?)

The King of Erin's Daughter went up the mountain side
And who but she was singing as she went upon her way,
'O somewhere waits a King's Son and I shall be his bride,
And tall he is and fair he is and none shall say him nay.'

The King of Erin's Daughter–O fair was she and sweet–
Went laughing up the mountain without a look behind
Till on the lofty summit that lay beneath her feet
She found a King's Son waiting there, his brows with poppies twined.

O tall was he and fair was he. He looked into her face
And whispered in her ear a word un-named of mortal breath
And very still she rested, clasped close in his embrace,
The King of Erin's Daughter, for the bridegroom's name was Death.
Norah M. Holland

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Do You Believe Those Stories? Why? /Why Not?


There was a man taking a morning wa lk at or the beach. He saw that along with the morning tide came hundreds of starfish and when the tide receded, they were left behind and with the morning sun rays, they would die. The tide was fresh and the starfish were alive. The man took a few steps, picked one and threw it into the water. He did that repeatedly. Right behind him there was another person who couldn't understand what this man was doing. He caught up with him and asked, 'What are you doing? There are hundreds of starfish. How many can you help? What difference does it make? ' This man did not reply, took two more steps, picked up another one, threw it into the water, and said, 'It makes a difference to this one.'


About a hundred years ago, a man looked at the morning newspaper and to his surprise and horror, read his name in the obituary column. The news papers had reported the death of the wrong person by mistake. His first response was shock. Am I here or there? When he regained his composure, his second thought was to find out what people had said about him. The obituary read, 'Dynamite King Dies.' And also 'He was the merchant of death.' This man was the inventor of dynamite and when he read the words 'merchant of death, ' he asked himself a question, 'Is this how I am going to be remembered? ' He got in touch with his feelings and decided that this was not the way he wanted to be remembered. From that day on, he started working toward peace. His name was Alfred Nobel and he is remembered today by the great Nobel Prize.


We all know the story of the greedy king named Midas. He had a lot of gold and the more he had the more he wanted. He stored all the gold in his vaults and used to spend time every day counting it.

One day while he was counting a stranger came from nowhere and said he would grant him a wish. The king was delighted and said, 'I would like everything I touch to turn to gold.' The stranger asked the king, Are you sure? ' The king replied, 'Yes.' So the stranger said, 'Starting tomorrow morning with the sun rays you will get the golden touch.' The king thought he must be dreaming, this couldn't be true. But the next day when he woke up, he touched the bed, his clothes, and everything turned to gold. He looked out of the window and saw his daughter playing in the garden. He decided to give her a surprise and thought she would be happy. But before he went to the garden he decided to read a book. The moment he touched it, it turned into gold and he couldn't read it. Then he sat to have breakfast and the moment he touched the fruit and the glass of water, they turned to gold. He was getting hungry and he said to himself, 'I can't eat and drink gold.' Just about that time his daughter came running and he hugged her and she turned into a gold statue. There were no more smiles left.

The king bowed his head and started crying. The stranger who gave the wish came again and asked the king if he was happy with his golden touch. The king said he was the most miserable man. The stranger asked, 'What would you rather have, your food and loving daughter or lumps of gold and her golden statue? ' The king cried and asked for forgiveness. He said, 'I will give up all my gold. Please give me my daughter back because without her I have lost everything wo rth having.' The stranger said to the king, 'You have become wiser than before' and he reversed the spell. He got his daughter back in his arms and the king learned a lesson that he never forget for the rest of his life.

Nyein Way

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Rains Have Come

Dear Mom, send my dad across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your dad's too old; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my brother across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your brother's too young; the rainy season has come.
Dear Mom, send my uncle across; the rainy season has come.
Oh, dear daughter, how can I?
Your uncle's too dandy; the rainy season has come.
Amir Khusro

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