Surfs Up

A diamond necklace played the pawn
Hand in hand some drummed along, oh
To a handsome man and baton
A blind class aristocracy
Back through the opera glass you see
The pit and the pendulum drawn
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping?
Hung velvet overtaken me
Dim chandelier awaken me
To a song dissolved in the dawn
The music hall a costly bow
The music all is lost for now
To a muted trumperter swan
Columnated ruins domino
Canvass the town and brush the backdrop
Are you sleeping, brother john?
Dove nested towers the hour was
Strike the street quicksilver moon

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song performed by Beach Boys
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Childhood is a snow butterfly.

aphorism by Camelia Oprița from Our poets, translated by Camelia Opriţa
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Childhood is a snow butterfly.

aphorism by Camelia Oprița from WordPress (2007), translated by Camelia Oprița
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Childhood is a snow butterfly.

Camelia Oprița in WordPress (2007)
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The Child

From pillar to post,
Some couples go,
In trying to have,
A child of their own!

They go on pilgrimages,
And they pray to God;
They donate money,
Expecting a child!

They see horoscopes;
They see the stars-position in the sky!
They do repentance,
To get a child!

They see the best doctors,
And undergo medical check-ups;
Some go abroad
For gift of child!

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poem by John Celes
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Ooohhh Baby

Youre the kind of girl that
Everybodys warned me about
Youre the kind of person that
Everybodys here staring at
But now you are a topless dancer
Working out of a bar on times spuare
And everybody wishes you were back down in some corner
Only baby know, you make me go
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh
Ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby, ooohhh baby
Ooohhh-ooohhh-ooohhh
Your old man was the best p and e man
Down on the streets
And all the guy in the precinct
Always was watching for him on the beat
But when he ripped off seymour
He was really not a doing so fine
And everything is knots, well except -
- his hands and legs and maybe even mime

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song performed by Lou Reed
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Baby Baby

Mmmm...You're so pretty
Not to talk to you would be a crime
Let me put my arms around you
Just wanna use up a little of your time
And I'm going...
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won't you be my girl?
You're eyes, they're so pretty
The clothes you wear, so fine
Won't you come around to my place
Just wanna use up a little of your time
And I'm going...
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Baby baby baby
Won't you be my girl?
Come on, come on, come on
[SOLO]

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song performed by REM
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Clarabella

Well, I got a baby crazy for me
Yeah, I got a baby wont let me be
Wo, baby baby, clarabella
Baby baby, clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Well, she needs no coachin on makin love
All she needs is the stars up above
Wo, baby baby, clarabella
Baby baby, clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Well now, clarabella
Youre my honey, clarabella
Ooh yeah now, clarabella
I said youre my baby, clarabella
Yeah, clarabella, baby
Wo wo, yeah yeah
Well, shes got no time for-a dungeries
Already knows her abcs
Wo, baby baby, clarabella
Baby baby, clarabella

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song performed by Beatles
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The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, adolescence and obsolescence.

quote by Art Linkletter
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The four stages of man are infancy, childhood, adolescence, and obsolescence.

quote by Bruce Barton
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What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death.

quote by Dave Barry
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Sitting By Your Self

THIS child needs your love,
this child sees himself in
mamas arms,
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child sees your tears,
this child waits untill its
past.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child cries, when your
sitting by your self.
THIS child takes your hand,
this child leads you to a
chair.
this child sings,
this child laughs,
this child takes away your pain.

poem by David Gerardino
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Baby Can Dance

Im rolling out of the ferris wheel
No one looks and no one feels
But the baby can the baby can
The way it feels just feeling you
Holding out and falling out
But the baby can the baby can
Im the jumping man
Im the jumping man
But baby can float
Baby can drown
Baby can touch her toes
Toss her hair
Makes you feel youre going nowhere
Baby can dance
Baby can dance
Baby can walk around the town
Attract a man and cut him down
Im the shadow man the jumping jack
The man who can and dont look back
But the baby can the baby can

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song performed by David Bowie
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Old Child

Child. Old child,
No longer wild;
No longer speaking,
No longer beguiled;
I have become
A quiet old child.

Child. Old child,
No longer cold;
Never an old man,
Always too old;
I have become
An old child tenfold.

Child. Old child,
Forever a child;
Always rethinking,
Always exiled.
I should become
A happy old child.

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poem by Mihai Cosmescu
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This childhood is a butterfly ...

quote by Camelia Oprița (30 August 2017)
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A Minor Key

A minor key, a minor key
has really taken over me.
It's got me low, so darned low
as low as I can ever go.
Those saddened tones with its minor 3rds
have influenced what I say with words.

So many days have passed me by
when the minor 3rds have made me cry.
Tomorrow I'll raise them a half tone
to stop the pain that seems to have grown.
Oh sweet music take me back
to a major sound. It's what I lack.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Politics are usually the executive expression of human immaturity.

quote by Vera Brittain
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Your First Baby

THE BABIES FIRST YEAR

YOUR baby's first heart beat.

YOUR baby's first kick.

YOUR baby's first slap.

YOUR baby's first cry.

YOUR baby's first drink from Mommy's breast.

YOUR baby's first diaper change.

YOUR baby's first visitors at home.

YOUR baby's first crib.

YOUR baby's first blanket.

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poem by Talema Lawrence
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Youth Culture Killed My Dog

Youth culture (youth culture)
Youth culture (youth culture)
Youth culture (youth culture)
Youth culture (youth culture)
Youth culture killed my dog
And i don't think it's fair (i don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the tastemakers, how they cried and cried and so
Bacharach and david used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the night lights and my dog's life aren't exactly one and the same
Youth culture killed my dog
And i don't think it's fair (i don't think it's fair)
And the judgement made in the city of hate
Just broke his spirit so
Bacharach and david used to write his favorite songs
Never, never, never would he worry, he'd just run and fetch the ball
But the hiphop and the white funk just blew away my puppy's mind
I don't understand what you did to my dog
And i don't understand what you did to my dog

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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Childhood - The 21st Century

How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
Where is their childhood, in all this hurly burly,
Where is their pure untainted view of things,
Why do they have to grow so old, so early,
And lose the joy that only childhood brings.

Our childhood was filled with thoughts of joy and gladness,
We lived our lives, oblivious to the world
And all the hardships, wars, the grief and sadness,
We stood, waiting for our lives to be unfurled.
We had time to grow, and gain an understanding,
Of each new phase, each change along the way,
As we grew slowly, our senses all expanding,
So with clarity, we slowly changed our play.

We had a framework on which to build and flourish,
Slow and steady, this was no rushed affair,

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poem by Ernestine Northover
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