mankind is a old tale
mankind is a old tale of respect
mankind is a wise old tale
mankind is a wise old respect
respect is a wise old respect
respect is a wise old tale of respect
honor of mankind is kindness of mankind

respect is a kindness respect
respect is a kindness old tale of respect
in honor of respect is in honor of mankind
a old tale is a wise old tale
a old tale is a wise o...

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experience is experience of a skill set
to tell of a experience is to tell of a skill set
to tell a tale of a experience is to tell a tale of a skill set
a tale of experience is a tale of a skill set
a skill set is a set of skill
a set of skill is a set of a player’s skill
a player’s skill is a player’s set of skill

to tell a tale is to tell a player’s experience
a player’s experience is...

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You’ve heard the tale of Little Red Riding Hood but have you heard the Dark Take of this Child’s Tale?

Little Red Riding Hood was not your common everyday child. For she was in fact a Witch in training, her Mother was a Witch and her Grandmother was also a Witch.

The basket of goodies that Little Red Riding Hood was to deliver to her Grandmother was not Food for consuming. But in fact this b...

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I was one of your cold nights earlier. But today I am full eclipse.

I am raw sand for you. But if you come to me, you will slip into it like I am your worst mire.

But I am very calm like the sea.
And I can also drown you in my dark depths or I can give you an edge.

Even I am not a burnt skin for you, I am a fire.
And if you near to my body, you will become one of my ashes.

Today I'm ...

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Where have the words gone?

Emptied vocabulary I wonder!

I can’t frame a single praise…

Biscuits she offered me politely

I had only peanuts to exchange.

I looked a savage in my own eyes

And she, a harbinger of change.

No thoughts about her for days together

Although she is cynosure of my eyes,

My stillness added to the inner solitude

Yet couldn’t create the effect...

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Her!

Her back, 
She appeared as her wings. 

Her eyes,
She showed the flames kept in it. 

Her jeans, shorts or any of clothes, 
Not just clothes, she showed her as a pearl hidden in the river. 

Her fingers, 
She showed as the waves move in the sea. 

Her Nails,
She showed that it was a stone peace that was part of the mountains.

Her Lips,
Well, it was a sweet poison, cha...

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The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle

If I should have a field

then I would build a shed

when in it I could yield

ideals within my head

I would have a window

I’d point it at the ground

the shed itself erected

from the things that I have found,

like a door

and the galvanized sheets from another shed

that’s not a shed no more

and a roof that ...

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Adopt

Saint Stephen's tale

It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith

Degeneration X and anarchy

Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.

Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.

Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.

First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...

A pla...

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Once there was a Dublin hospital,

A sullen, Nightingale institute,

Whose 1980s walls would house a miracle,

And sprout embryos who would come to repute.

Two princes born to mother, Louis Walsh

Lay vulnerable and crying for their fame,

But before they could suckle, the angels

Were baptised with their Siamese stage name:

John + Edward = Jedward.

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