My sister dresses me like a girl .she sez Ime as skwirley as a skwirl !
She uses a wheelchair sum times , because her legs are lame !
& if it roles down thoze stairs , Ime still not 2 blame !
Weard things happen in Texas.
Wair former miss texas,s get weard from the strain .
& if thair wheel chairs role down the stairs ,
Ime still not 2 blame !
A lot of beauty queens got sons , win thay wanted dawters .
Thay du things 2 us , that thay shouldn't du !
People in Texas don,t like you if you hate football !
Thay dress us up in panteys & braws & dresses .
Win we ask , thay woent tell us wair are daddy's wint .
& if we ask 2 much , thay tell us 2 get bint !
My sister dresses me like a girl , she sez , Ime as skwirley as a skwirl .
She uses a wheel chair sum times , because her legs are lame .
& if it roles down those stairs , Ime still not 2 blames !...
Great moments in the world need great hearts to behold it
For there are things that flashes grandeur
Mere eyes can describe, majestic love can ever interpret
The wonders of your feat. I bring honor
From the present to crown the kings of our beginning
I bring tribute from a modern nation
To the great Olympians that began our famous winning.
O bathe your heart in this our ovation.
If men ask your story, what shall I tell them of your truth
That a champion is not born but made
In the furnace of the heart. That every man has in pursuit
Some dream to exalt his name; paid
In blood is the price of every victory, and those who see
Beyond the brink of self, who connect
To ancestral hunger, will rise triumphant in their jubilee,
I bring you back the equivalent respect.
We had no flag, nor anthem, for your great victory then,
We merely an appendage to others dream
But with personal dignity you chasten us to rise as men
And out of nothing make mission gleam.
We awakened have not slept again, watchers of justice
Movers where progress makes a motion
Zephyrs of morning sweet, we welcome you with bliss,
O drain your cup, drink full of this ovation.
Schtim vun di erd,
schpigl vun di welt,
glajch klang vun der wint,
a tanzn.
D'erew a fargliwerte asch
ligt in majne machschowes,
un muzik.
De grine welt hot a frajndlich gezang.
De zun,
de zilbernen schtern.
Lidlech vun fejgl,
schpil vun de wintn,
der zirkon a schejner zumertog,
wi monblumen,
penermer wi a nepl,
de zunfargang.
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Stimmen der Erde
Stimmen der Erde,
Spiegel der Welt,
wie Windgesang,
ein Tanzen.
Der Abend, eine verglühende Asche,
eingebettet in meinen Gedanken,
eine Musik.
Die grüne Welt hat einen fröhlichen Klang.
Die Sonne,
die silbernen Sterne.
Lieder von Vögeln,
Spiel des Windes.
Die Erinnerung, ein schöner Sommertag,
wie Mohnblumen,
Gesichter im Nebel,
der Sonnenuntergang.
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Voices of the earth,
mirror of the world,
like songs in the wind,
a dance.
Evening, glowing ashes,
embedded in my thoughts,
a music.
A green world has a joyful sound.
The sun,
the silver stars.
Songs of the birds,
game of the wind,
Remembrance, a beautiful summer day,
like poppies,
faces in the fog,
the sunset.
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