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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2024 7:45 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2024 7:51 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2024 4:01 pm
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"Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman
Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2024 4:04 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2024 6:51 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2024 6:54 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2024 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 7:44 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 8:02 am
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2/17 2 of 2
Bad Lyrics by Michael Jackson
Well, they say the sky's the limit And to me that's really true, ah But, my friend, you have seen nothin' Just wait 'til I get through Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (bad, bad) You know it (really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (bad, bad) Shamone, you know (really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad?
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 7:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2024 7:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 6:16 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 6:18 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 12:33 pm
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2/18 1 of 2
Poem by Mary Oliver
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 12:56 pm
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