Little by little the cotton thread becomes a turban.

Persian proverbs
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Cotton Flower

Saint and cotton flower are same and alike.
In appearance they both are not beautiful
Not scented and not showy.

Saint and cotton flower are necessary
And most useful for daily life.
They both are white and pure and perfect
And serve human being forgetting their own self.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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I loved to get all dusty and ride horses and plant potatoes and cotton.

quote by Dorothy Malone
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Blow Out

In my mind and nailed into my heels.
All the time killing what I feel.

And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns to stone.

And everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]
turns stone.

I am fused just in case I blow out.
I am glued just because I crack out.

Everything I touch turns to stone.
Everything I touch
[All wrapped up in cotton wool]
[All wrapped up and sugar coated]

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song performed by Radiohead
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The old are the waste cotton

As cotton, I was dear to the farmer,
And then to the spinner. Becoming yarn,
To the weaver and as cloth to the wuser
I was dear in care for the rest of time.
Worn out, I was sent to be as waste cotton.
Torn out, I was thrown to disintegrate.
As old, everyone would be thrown out..
13.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parchman Farm

(by mose allison)
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm,
Aint never done no man no harm.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack.
Well, Im putting that cotton in a never-full sack,
A twelve-gauge shotgun at my back.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm.
Im sitting over here on parchman farm,
Aint never done no man no harm.

song performed by Eric Clapton
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A field of cotton

A field of cotton--
as if the moon
had flowered.

Translated by Robert Hass

poem by Matsuo Basho
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Song Of The South

Written by bob mcdill
Chorus
Song, song of the south.
Sweet potato pie and I shut my mouth.
Gone, gone with the wind.
There aint nobody looking back again.
Cotton on the roadside, cotton in the ditch.
We all picked the cotton but we never got rich.
Daddy was a veteran, a southern democrat.
They oughta get a rich man to vote like that.
Sing it...
Chorus
Well somebody told us wall street fell
But we were so poor that we couldnt tell.
Cotton was short and the weeds were tall
But mr. roosevelts a gonna save us all.
Well momma got sick and daddy got down.
The county got the farm and they moved to town.
Pappa got a job with the tva
He bought a washing machine and then a chevrolet.

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song performed by Alabama
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The Crow Sat On The Willow

The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the ploughman sings,
'I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me';
And hoarsely croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
'I love my love' the ploughman sung,
And all the fields with music rung.

'I love my love, a bonny lass,
She keeps her pails so bright,
And blythe she trips the dewy grass
At morning and at night.
A cotton dress her morning gown,
Her face was rosy health:
She traced the pastures up and down
And nature was her wealth.'
He sung, and turned each furrow down,

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poem by John Clare
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Cotton Eyed Joe

Traditional
If it hadnt been for cotton-eye joe
Id been married long time ago
Where did you come from. where did you go?
Where did you come from cotton-eye joe?
(repeat)
He came to town like a midwinter storm
He rode through the fields so
Handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was having some fun
(repeat intro)
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away so nobody would know
And left only men cause of cotton-eye joe
(repeat intro)

song performed by Nina Simone
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Cotton Alley

[ music: john lombardo/lyric: natalie merchant ]
One time
You made me cry
Be proud that i
Remember
My chin is sore
The bruise is gone
But the spot is tender
Gave my hand a sister coy
To cotton alley where
You did enjoy
Your wicked games
You curious boy
Tied my laces up together
When I fell
You laughed
Until your belly was sore
In the brick laid aisle behind
The five and dime store
Thats how

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song performed by 10000 Maniacs
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His White Uncle's Black Aunt

She
loves
this
Tan boy
who
picked
in
a
trash
bag
and
they
baptized
him
as
Cotton.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Elan Vital

élan vital

I want to go where the land
Is boundless, where the wheat
corn and flower cane grow,
where the soft white downy
of cotton amplifies in big
fields, and bed my body and
soul on the waves of cotton
balls, And in natural surrender
my élan vital to feel the
virginal of cosmos descending
for once in age..

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poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The roughness of a cotton tree is not known until you get close to it.

African proverbs
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Laundry Day

You gotta keep em separated
You like the latest fashions
Youd like to keep em clean
You take a trip every week to the laundromat
Throw a load in the washing machine
But if you dont wanna ruin your clothes
You gotta sort em out first as everyone knows
Remember bright colors and the others dont mix
Before you washem up, washem up, washem up, washem up
Hey
Are your undies turning pink
Take em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, are your cottons gonna shrink
Sort em out (you gotta keepem separated)
Hey, then when its time
You can stick em in the dryer
You can hang em on a line
Hey, its laundry day

song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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Heart's Day

we went on a picnic to the beach
with samsam, a local dog,
pret, my poodle, kuting, my japanese spitz,
bonbon, our dachshund

emma, my wife brought her favorite househelp named tatang,
marinel and gina, her friends cooked the potatoes
and prepared the sushi
jasmine rice that looked like tiny pearls
and pork barbecue

pret, my loyal poodle went with me walking
while kuting and bonbon played on the grass
barking and chasing some teasing finches

the air is cool
the sun not so bright at ten a.m.
clouds hang like soaked cottons
the sea is crystal clear like a mirror
the corals are visible

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heaps of good cotton stocks get chopped up from association with the weeds.

African American proverbs
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Missing those old times

moon
sun stars
clouds
trees
seas lakes
hills

are these all
that you can say?

there are those that
must be given: light, mist, waves,
depths, rolling
green
hanging cottons

we sometimes need to feel
what movements they have
drifting, wavering,
dive, thunder, lightning

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Another method of eating burning coals employs small balls of burned cotton in a dish of burning alcohol.

quote by Harry Houdini
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I was influenced a lot by those around me - there was a lot of singing that went on in the cotton fields.

quote by Willie Nelson
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