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we the people just who do they mean by we .you me them becuse if they mean
me this is what we would do. we would stop this war and stop it now we would
bring are soliders home.we would stop this pointless killing we would leeve iraq
alone. we would drill for oil right here at home yes we would bring our gass
prices down .we would stop making excuses we would turn this country around.
affordable housing would be nice .we would bring are people in from the cold.let
them know there not alone. we would make sure every american family had a
nice home of there own. yes my fellow americans if i where only we. we would
restore your hopes your dreams and your happiness we would give back the
american dream. a home food healthcare clean clothes on your back. now i ask
you my fellow americans is that to mutch to ask. in the land of oppertunity we
need to take it back .now here comes the truth my friends and you better take
some notes we the people means them.and they hurt us the most .they look for
ways to drive prices up on everything we need. they try there best to keep us
down to take away are dream. we have to keep gass so high theres no other way
that is what they tell us. and then they smile and say we have to drive the prices
up. theres nothing we can do they look us right in the eye and lie to me and you.
and that seems to be ok .i think its time that we the people try to take a stand.they
lie cheat and steal from us each and every day. they make everything sky high
and give them selves a raise .a hundred and fifty thousand a year man how they
must struggle .take take take more more more thats what they relly say. they
make themselves above the law they think they got it made but sooner or later we
all must die und god will sort us out we the people will rule in heaven and they
will burn in hell ....
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it was the night before christmas. and all in my house.everyone was sleeping
even my pet mouse.i was laying in bead a grin on my face.waiting to here the
yells and screams.he would make.the year before i was bad all year.i did not
want mutch hardly nothing at all .just a big box of legos and a brand new ball. but
i did not get a present at all last year. i vowed never again would this happen to
me .next year i will set traps i will get him you see.so i placed the bear trap in the
chimney with care. in hopes that his jolly fat butt would be there.so i rigged all the
stockings to give him a shock.put his exlax cookies on a plate with glee.then
laced his milk with castor oil you see.and i cant wait to see the look in his
eyes .when he sees me .laughing and pointing at his fat stupid behind just
waiting for him to crap in his pants.then it happened i heard a bone snap.he
yelled out in pain .but a weird thing happened on the way to see .santa,s voice
sounded familar to me. for it was not santa it was my dad you see. and before i
could stop her before i could speak my mother was blown right off her feet.she
lay on the floor my stocking in hand.her hair was all standing on end . grandma
was sitting in my dads favorite chair mouth hanging open all she coud do was
stare.i was in trouble did not know where to start .before i could speak grand ma
let a big fart.her eye started twiching she wiggled and groand.she jumped from
the chair and headed for the throne.she all most made it god bless her heart .but
all it took was one more fart. there was a brown trail from the chair down the
hall..but theres a reason im telling this story to you all .if you dont get a pressent
dont do what i done or you will be cleaning up crap for a month....merry christmas
to all and to all a good night....
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i sit here another year wanting for my kids to have a merry christmas and theres
nothing i wouldent give to see them smile and having fun opening up there gifts
but on a day that should be happy here we go again nothing under the tree and it
breaks my heart to think that my kids will do without again and are future is relly
bleak it seems today that this wourld revolves around a buck and i would give my
heart and soul if i could make them see all the people that do without while they
achieve there greed i tell my boys to pray and be thankful for what we have we
will back on our someday as i told them this story ther eyes filled up with tears
they said its ok daddy we will try to have christmas next year
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only in america land of hopes and dreams. that is what they tell you they try to
make you believe that if you want it bad enough theres nothing you cant acheive.
just shut your mouth and do without while they all succeed .they say there trying
to help people but there hearts are filled with greed. its all about the mighty buck
and they will step on you and me just to get all they want .how much dose one
man need. they tell you they are trying theres nothing they can do to make the
dream happen for people just like you .theres people on streets that dont have a
home and some of them are there of no fault of there own. trying to feed there
family and come in from the cold. these are americans living in the streets men
women and children denied the american dream .theres more deniles than help
for them but thats the way it goes. they will look the other way and leave you in the
cold. i speak these words from the heart becuse you see .not so long ago those
people i talk about were me .me and my family they closed the factory where i
worked they took my job away. they moved it over seas so they could save a
dollar they destoryed pepoles lives but that did not seem to matter. they had
more money to make ther wallets fatter. we all work so hard for this dream. and
you think your safe but i hope you all here this they can take it all away .we are the
richest country in the wourld that is what they say. tell that to all the people that
are on the streets today. mr.bush dont you think its time to give back the dreams
you promis .i know i want mine and millions of other people that you push from
your mind .with every dollar wasted on things that do no good. we are asking for
your help we know you will make it wright .give us back our dream so we will be
aright .where not asking for much just our basic needs home food and health
now thats the american dream .so as christmas comes this year mr.bush this
poem is for you .i know you will never see it but i can only pray that some how this
is sent to you .and you will see that it is better to give than it is to receive .so on
this happy holiday all we want this year is to get our american dream back and
live in peace next year. god bless and merry christmas
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shes there when i wake up telling me the news. and all the latest gossip man i
cant loose .shes there when i need her .she will never leave me. man fellas im
telling ya shes perfect for me. she never cost me money well mabe just a
little .and some times i can just watch her for hours and i love what i see.and i
can push all her buttons and shes there just for me .and i dont have to buy her
flowers.and shes always turned on by me. and she never gets any louder than i
want her to be.and i can still turn her on with one finger you see. she never
complains if im out to late .she just sits there in silance and quietly waits.now my
friends all tell me that she is to big but in her case bigger is better and i think you
will agree the girl im talking about is my big screen tv.....
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today i got something i never had.i spent this day with my brother and dad .this
might not sound odd to all of you.but my dad is someone we never knew.the beer
stold him away when we where kids.we always thought it was something we
did.he drank more and more everyday.and along with the alcahol came the
rage.he seemed to hate us more with time .we where to young to know he was
out of his mind.and with this sickness he did not see that he was hurting his
family.so we lost something we will never know a fathers love and as most of you
know a pat on the back a good job son.praise you for a job well done. i love you
son is what we long to here.but we lost all that to a bottle of beer.now you know
why this day was so great just the three of us together.and i had a blast this
memory i will cherish because finally at last.i know what it fells like having a dad...
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words can hurt words can smart words can tear a wourld apart.now dont get me
wrong not all words are bad.some words can make you happy not sad.now
some of you might think what i say is not true.but just stop and think how words
have changed you.we are all gods children i believe in my heart.and we all have
to leave this world someday.and stand before god.and on that fatefull day choose
your words wisely.or my friend you might here god say the words that you used
on his children on earth.and the out come of that cant be good.so remember my
friends god keeps a chart.and for every bad word we all get a mark.and after so
many marks it breaks gods heart.to watch us slip away.to a hot and evil place.to
spend our eternity.but there is another way.say the words you want to here
yourself to others every day.becase god sees good in every one.no mater what
we see .we where all created in his image.so now do you see when you say all
those hurtfull words you say your not just saying them to me.so speak your
words from the heart and god will take away a mark and then someday we will all
meet in heaven where theres only good words to say about you me and every
one.and brother im here to say treating people right and saying kind words.is a
small price to pay for eternity with the ones you love...so watch the words you
say...copyright...2006...by glen pugh..
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