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re: Compose a poem for your next opponent
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:13 pm to Sampson
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:13 pm to Sampson
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How Do I Grind Thee? (Sonnet 43)
How do I grind thee? Let me count the ways.
I grind thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I grind thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I grind thee freely, as men strive for right.
I grind thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I grind thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I grind thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I grind thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but grind thee better after death.
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Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:14 pm to Sampson
There once was a girl from StarkVegas
who thought her Dawgs were the greatest
she was sad in the end
so i banged her friend
and dropped a moneyshot on both their faces
who thought her Dawgs were the greatest
she was sad in the end
so i banged her friend
and dropped a moneyshot on both their faces
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:15 pm to Choctaw
Jameis is that You?
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:21 pm to GregAl
There once was a grinder named Dak,
Who's fans always liked to talk smack.
But down in the valley,
His team could not rally,
And grinded did he on his back.
Who's fans always liked to talk smack.
But down in the valley,
His team could not rally,
And grinded did he on his back.
This post was edited on 9/18/14 at 3:22 pm
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:23 pm to Sampson
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart! 5
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck, 15
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won; 20
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
This post was edited on 9/18/14 at 3:24 pm
Posted on 9/18/14 at 3:55 pm to Sampson
I gotta have MORE Cowbell
Dan Mullen did exclaim
These Death Valley fans are driving me insane
I'm yellin and screaming
trying to be heard
But my coaches and players
can't hear a word
Dak Prescott yelled" I GOTTA FEVA.
I need more COWBELL
AND a few good receivers!"
But Ole Les just smiled
And chewed on some grass
You can take your Cowbells
And shove um up your arse.
This is Death Valley
Yours dreams can't survive
Leave the cowbells to Christopher Watkins
and Saturday Night LIVE
Dan Mullen did exclaim
These Death Valley fans are driving me insane
I'm yellin and screaming
trying to be heard
But my coaches and players
can't hear a word
Dak Prescott yelled" I GOTTA FEVA.
I need more COWBELL
AND a few good receivers!"
But Ole Les just smiled
And chewed on some grass
You can take your Cowbells
And shove um up your arse.
This is Death Valley
Yours dreams can't survive
Leave the cowbells to Christopher Watkins
and Saturday Night LIVE
This post was edited on 9/18/14 at 4:13 pm
Posted on 9/21/14 at 8:38 am to chattabama
quote:
Gators hopes come crashing down
Amari Cooper is Heisman bound
Two hundred yards on the day
Overwhelmed Coach Boom
Realizing he’s met his doom
Starts composing his resume
I was off by a yard
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