If the first lady is concerned about this Internet cycle, what would she have done during the heyday when there was 12, 13 editions of a paper in one day? What would she have done with that news cycle?

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I always enjoyed politics. I worked at the White House recently, primarily for the First Lady. Because of my experience running my travel agency, I was in charge of the files she kept on the Travel Office.

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Otho The Great - Act III

SCENE I.
The Country.
Enter ALBERT.
Albert. O that the earth were empty, as when Cain
Had no perplexity to hide his head!
Or that the sword of some brave enemy
Had put a sudden stop to my hot breath,
And hurl'd me down the illimitable gulph
Of times past, unremember'd! Better so
Than thus fast-limed in a cursed snare,
The white limbs of a wanton. This the end
Of an aspiring life! My boyhood past
In feud with wolves and bears, when no eye saw
The solitary warfare, fought for love
Of honour 'mid the growling wilderness.
My sturdier youth, maturing to the sword,
Won by the syren-trumpets, and the ring
Of shields upon the pavement, when bright-mail'd
Henry the Fowler pass'd the streets of Prague,
Was't to this end I louted and became

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There has been an awful lot of time and money spent looking at the president over the last four years The American people saw through those investigations. They voted for the president. And despite all of this time and attention, nothing has turned up because the president and the first lady did nothing wrong.

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The First Poem by The First Poet

i'm intrigued by the ur-poem
by allan j saywell
entitled grunt
which is
the first poem
by the first poet:
grunt

how do we know he was a poet
saywell he say so
but think about how
it happened

one day Grunt
for that was his name
listened
to himself saying grunt
and thought
that's quite a nice sound
if I say it carefully

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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Black Umbrella

in our custom
a man must take an umbrella
and must raise it
like a gentleman

it must remain raised
even when the rain stops
until the woman signals
otherwise

this time it is the Chief Justice
doing it for the First Lady of
the President

there is more to this tradition
than meets the eye
it is my perfect picture of
subservience and
corruption....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Grooming Awards

Four visually impaired soccer players,
With a red-hooded girl around;
And like the grooming awards to be judged,
But where is my lover who left me alone in the cold last night?
Leave your attitudes to the door and,
Learn from the people outside;
For the secret laps of the First Ladies are faced deep! !
And like your Daddy's office in the land of your muse.
You asked for Turkey-Burger,
But i've got away to a man's heart so sweet;
And like a softball under the stars,
But where is my lover who left me alone in the cold last night?
I am very seductive to him but,
I am now in the tub of the bathroom's corner to pay my respect;
But the grooming awards are to be judged by you.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery

It is the longest night in all the year,
Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born;
Six hours ago I came and sat down here,
And ponder'd sadly, wearied and forlorn.

The winter wind that pass'd the chapel door,
Sang out a moody tune, that went right well
With mine own thoughts: I look'd down on the floor,
Between my feet, until I heard a bell

Sound a long way off through the forest deep,
And toll on steadily; a drowsiness
Came on me, so that I fell half asleep,
As I sat there not moving: less and less

I saw the melted snow that hung in beads
Upon my steel-shoes; less and less I saw
Between the tiles the bunches of small weeds:
Heartless and stupid, with no touch of awe

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A Special Day For A Special Mother

When I think Of Mother's Day
I think of all of her loving and caring ways
The right person God chose to give birth to me
A sweet mother that allowed me to be free
A sweet mother who raised me incredibly
She is the first Lady to care and show love to me
The one that inspired me to be who I want to be
Mother you are great and may God Bless you
Special thanks from the son you love who loves you too!

poem by Wolkine Stany
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By the Lake

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring. In
the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked. For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fresh greenery?

I remember how formerly, when the Emperor's rainbow banner made its way into the South Park, everything in the park
seemed to bloom with a brighter color. The First Lady of the Chao-yang Palace rode in the same carriage as her lord in
attendance at his side, while before the carriage rode maids of honor equipped with bows and arrows, their white horses
champing at golden bits. Leaning back, face skywards, they shot into the clouds; and the Lady laughed gaily when a bird fell to
the ground transfixed by a well-aimed arrow. Where are the bright eyes and the flashing smile now? Tainted with
blood-pollution, her wandering soul cannot make its way back. The clear waters of the Wei flow eastwards, and Chien-ko is
far away: between the one who has gone and the one who remains no communication is possible. It is human to have feelings
and shed tears for such things; but the grasses and flowers of the lakeside go on for ever, unmoved. As evening falls, the city is
full of the dust of foreign horseman. My way is towards the South City, but my gaze turns northward.

poem by Tu Fu
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Today I Shall Remember Grandmother

she knows what fine clothes are
and how jewelries are worn
and shown on special occasions
she knows what parties fit
for congressman as guest
or the mayor of the city with
their first ladies liking the
food and dances and socializing
in the big, old house

the symbol of her peak times
when her name rings
when her social graces
are accepted as rules

i guess she likes the shape
of my face, the color of my
skin, the way my hair curl
the bridge of my nose
the sharp blades of my shoulders

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By The Lake

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring.
In the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked. For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fresh greenery?

I remember how formerly, when the Emperor's rainbow banner made its way into the South Park, everything in the park seemed to bloom with a brighter color. The First Lady of the Chao-yang Palace rode in the same carriage as her lord in
attendance at his side, while before the carriage rode maids of honour equipped with bows and arrows, their white horses champing at golden bits.
Leaning back, face skywards, they shot into the clouds; and the Lady laughed gaily when a bird fell to the ground transfixed by a well-aimed arrow.
Where are the bright eyes and the flashing smile now?
Tainted with blood-pollution, her wandering soul cannot make its way back.
The clear waters of the Wei flow eastwards, and Chien-ko is far away: between the one who has gone and the one who remains no communication is possible.
It is human to have feelings and shed tears for such things; but the grasses and flowers of the lakeside go on for ever, unmoved.
As evening falls, the city is full of the dust of foreign horseman. My way is towards the South City, but my gaze turns northward. (tr. Hawkes)

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First Lady

Hello my little butterfly in my room,
What message do you have for me as at now?
For your beautiful colours reminds me of yester years,
And like the little First Lady closer to me next door.
The beginning of your puberty is now known to us and,
You will be taken care of by the ladies at the Ladies Island;
For the rules of this life lies between the green holes and the red holes,
So do give glory to your Father who is in the heavens!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Mother My Best Friend

I will never kno how much she loves me,
She worries about me even more than I do myself,
Super woman the hidden strength of my character,
If I could have even quarter the strength, will, courage
and faith, I will be a better man...
The light in my life when I see nothing, strength in my weakest moments, first lady, teacher and guide in my
life's journey.
All the praise in existence can not express my
gratitude or love.
Fact is I'll always be proud to be your son and will
always love you.....

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Balthasar

Painting a man on an elephant is like a meal eaten in silence,
But my emotions are unutterably towards you my love;
You are lonely in the bush of love oh Balthasar!
For the departure of the gentleman is seen around you.
It is not my speech but your insulted memory,
So you have to pick up the pieces together;
For the key to your love is on the table.
It is not my status-quo but your acts of love!
For you are now lost in the field of love and,
You are not worthy to be devoted as my First lady.

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The Closer You Get

Street lights start to come on
I know that its time
Stop what youre doing
Meet those drinking friends of mine
First lady call me on the telephone
She said get out and die young but Im staying at home
Now I believe in love, I believe that its true
Know Im defenceless when I look into blue
Sleepy eyes down an angels face
Dont worry honey no-ones gonna take your place
The closer you get, the better you look
Throw me a line
cos the closer you get, the more that I see
Well sure have a good time
I know what youre thinking, well how do I feel?
Well theres no rules in my book
Except the closer you get, the better you look
Keep one foot in the showroom, one out of sight
Girl Ive had some close ones but Im doing all right
Gold on her fingers dont mean a thing

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Hillary Clinton Ambition

Hillary what great ambition
She wanted to be POTUS of the nation
She dreamed to be president
She ran grueling campaign
She knocked opponents in succession
She met finally with one remaining hurdle
A tough guy from her city of Chicago
His name Barack Obama
They ran neck to neck for a while
His slogan was 'Yes We Can'
He mesmerized the crowds
As the race progressed
He streaked ahead
He won the race
He won the prize
Hillary Clinton had her place
In history books
Her name will be engraved
As the first lady
Who almost reached the top

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My Real Goddess

Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother

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poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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On The Balcony Of The Casa Rosada 1

(peron has just won a sweeping victory in the 1946 presidential
Election. this is the first public appearance by peron and eva
Since that triumph.)
(announcer:)
People of argentina
Your newly elected president, juan peron
(crowd chanting:)
[peron peron ... ]
(peron:)
Argentinos, argentinos
We are all workers now
Fighting against our common enemies
Poverty, social injustice
Foreign domination of our industries
Reaching for our common goals
Our independence, our dignity, our pride
Let the world know that our great nation is awakening
And that its heart beats in the humble bodies
Of juan peron and his wife
The first lady of argentina, eva duarte de peron

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The Inaugurul atmosphere

How nice when all the doors & windows opened in the White House on this particular day?
Let the swift wind blows from all over the world and you could stand straight,
Please do not let them to take you away.
The wind gives an impression of the street children of the peculiar world and your precious children may ask questions from you.
The first Lady's innocent smile would be a comfort to the families of war victims.
This turning point should join along the World peace path
And let brothers walk as brothers towards Humanism.
Please leave a question mark to ruthless wars
And if possible make a pension scheme to the shamefaced warmongers.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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