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Good morning Australia!
How are you...? Gday!!!
It's our favourite day of the year
And a national public holiday!
The weather is fantastic
And the days fully packed
Lots of great things to do
And the eskies fully stacked
Important things to remember..
The old slip, slop and slap.
Slip on a shirt, slop on sunscreen..
And slap on a hat!
The barbeques are all fired up..
The crowds are building up fast.
The footy is being kicked around..
And the kids are having a blast!
Turn your radios up real loud..
Sing along in your best voice.
It's the Australian National Anthem..
Come on now.... Let's rejoice!
The night sky is starting to darken..
And the momentum starting to build.
For the best sky-show fireworks..
Everyone watching will be thrilled!
So when the night is over..
Be trueblue and do the right thing.
Please keep Australia beautiful..
And put your rubbish in the bin!
Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down
20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep
Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack
If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today
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Oh in the early days you couldn’t wait to get your hands on my curves
Now I am getting older, you simply don’t want to know
The times you got my motor running
How you loved to get me all fired up
Engines firing we went the full distance
Suddenly you lost all interest in me
Cashed me in for a younger prettier model
Ruthlessly you cast me aside, left me all alone
All I need now is a bit of love and affection
Put some polish on my bumpers and I’ll be raring to go
How I miss you being part of my life
Even after all these years I still pine for you
Abandoned when I still had so much left to give
Past my prime, now I’m on the scrapheap of life
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He was all fired up
he had it all figured out
this was it, the end of us
"I need my space" or so he thought
until she entered the room
dressed totally different
to what is “her norm”
a black dress
with high heels
legs that go on forever,
he almost walked into the bathroom
door
mouth hanging open
"Err did you go to work like that?" he
asked
“Yep of cause I did, I always
do,"was her reply
Uhm, it's the first time I see you
dressed like that
Nonchalantly while getting rid of her
clothes she replied,
“Well now if you more at home and
less "at work"
You’ll see me more in my work attire
then in my pajamas”
Gawking at her scanty underwear,
He saw her swing her hips as she left
the room
Confucius Joe was left behind,
feeling less desperate for space and
more a need for closeness
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When we first met
Your light blinded my senses
I got too close
When your presence obliterated my fences
No boundaries with you
Your fragrance made me tired
As your promise of passion
Got my furnace all fired
....up
Up, Up, Up to your face
Of golden beauty
Causing me to forget
My marital duty
Promises, Promises
Just words spoken on a rainy day
But this is real, because I can feel
All that my flesh wants to say
...downward
Wait, where am I
What are these silky threads
That are so soft
My heart presses my mind to dread
The sleep has waned to a stupor
And my legs are wobbly with lack
What brought me to this...place
I don't think I can get back
...on track
Oh, there is no track
I'll just lie down for a while
"GET up you sluggard!
Your husband knows you're defiled!"
My body becomes limp
With every try to stand erect
The threads grow tighter
And burden my elect
...tion, shunned
............what have I DONE!
MY LORD...WHAT HAVE I DONE
JESUS! PLEASE COME
That cry, that Tehillah cry
Brought down Daddy God
Who knew all along
That THIS road I must trod
So that the lies of wrong vs right
Would never persuade me again
Because the long and short of "sin"
Is doing anything without HIM
The reason HE is in charge
Is because HE walked the way out of hell
When I chose to yell and expel the enemy
I walked out as well, now I am charged to tell
....YELL HIS NAME
HIS EARS HEAR
His arms are infinitely lengthened
His LOVE is all encompassing
To find His children and strengthen
....the heart to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2019
Note: A tehillah praise is a yielded heart cry that reaches a LOVING God from a place of complete dependence. I can't count the times, when in the night, I have said, "JESUS!" What I find, every time, is that He is the overseer, pulling out of me, strength, and resilience I was unaware of, and it can only be found IN Him. Oh, and the first time I heard of this type of cry, was listening to Tommy Bates. That message is on YouTube. Check it out.
We both met in a wrong place but in a right time.
We were collided magically to make such stupid crime.
You wear a nice dress every single day of your life,
No wonder your hubby loves you for being such a cool wife.
You easily get piss if someone messes you up,
Vicious wrath comes out when you are all fired up.
You make simple things into a greater one,
This is why many of us believe that you are an incredible one!
You’re sweetly different from the rest!
Your braveness inside is truly the best!
I’ve heard a lot of stories coming from your lips,
So much well! Thanks for your recommendable tips.
I haven’t met someone who is so much like you!
You’re a person who doesn’t give a silly single clue.
What we see to you is what we really get!
You’re my good friend that I will never forget.
Do you know what I really love about you
golden honey flows in each step
having walked in my words
stepping over clouds
Even the darkest ones
every inch of my soul opening
From this heart deep inside out
it's pumping only for you
knowing the deepest part of me is wishing
away with the fairies
that I could kiss you
on those most gracious lips
Right now it would take ones breath away
in a silent gasp
The whispering of awe stuck jewel
living with you such a dream
actually gets this mind all fired up
deeply in thought
Has it been you my love
that I have forever
dreamed my queen
Thinking about you
passing you one of the hottest kisses
With boiling hugs bubbling inside for you
I know how it feels to be crucially tormented,
Experiences in hell were ferociously augmented.
Sizes and shapes are tops of their gossips,
Darkest words people utter are so like but eclipse.
They secretly laugh and talk about your weight,
Don’t be so anxious because this is not your fate.
Whenever they mock you for being such a penguin,
Be as proud as I am because you are going to grin.
The real issue of life is not about your bulkiness,
Confidence inside is the boost of your gladness.
Speak it now even though you are really hurt,
Don’t let those stupid let you go now in to blurt.
Just stay what you are and keep everything calm,
You’re a priceless cutie tot who can’t be so numb.
Let those fatty words of your friends all fired up,
Prove to all those bullies that they are all tapped out.
Form:
Moose Encounter
In his element with eyes glaring,
The beast snorts out of his nostrils
Like a steam locomotive
All fired up, flaring!
On legs as high as my shoulders,
His front hooves paw the ground,
And the muscles flex
Beneath the thick, dark fur coat!
His head lowers,
Displaying a massive antler rack
(Swaying back and forth
With the bell almost touching the ground),
Preparing to do battle!
—I shudder and look to my escape.
Then, things turn for the better.
The bull moose realizes
I’m not the competition
Seeking a mate
And continues browsing
As if I weren’t there.
...And though the rifles were slower to load,
the Overmountain Men made use of trees,
concealing themselves from counterfire
in places that the British couldn’t see.
With countless snipers popping out to shoot,
all the loyalists there atop the hill
knew that something had to be done quickly,
so many had already been killed.
Ferguson ordered a bayonet charge,
old steel glinting as his men pushed down,
the patriots scattered, running away,
it seemed the British would hold the ground…
But as soon as the men returned to the line,
the Americans moved back in again,
two more charges had the same damn result,
flashing bayonets could not break these men.
As they kept shooting, chipping away,
the loyalists knew that things were dire,
too many of their brethren lay dead,
cut down by the frontiersman’s fire.
These patriots were men who shot for food,
missing for them meant their families might starve,
the killed so many that white flags went up,
leaving Ferguson rather alarmed.
He rode through, hacking the flags with his sword,
calling on his men for courage and grit,
but just then the patriots spotted his horse,
charged up and shot Ferguson off of it.
An American then grabbed the Major,
and dragged him behind the patriot lines,
it was here that Ferguson did something
seen by all as remarkably malign.
When asked to surrender by a soldier,
he pulled his pistol and shot the man dead.
The patriots all fired on the man,
until his chest had become mostly lead.
The remaining loyalists struck their flag,
and they came forth to try to surrender,
but the patriots remembers Waxhaws,
there was real danger of massacre.
They remember that the British there had
cut down men who had thrown up their hands,
but William Campbell, and John Sevier,
would not allow such dishonor to stand.
They accepted the British surrender,
near three hundred loyalists had been killed,
to only twenty-eight patriot dead,
with great relief the southern states were filled.
Major Ferguson’s words proved prophetic,
though probably not in his desired way,
no force could move him from King’s Mountain,
he lies under its slopes to this day.