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I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue I'd go crawlin' down the avenue No, there's nothin' that I wouldn't do To make you feel my love

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When the TV announcer even mentions that whenever Kincaid leaves the field Cook gets the ball, yeah, the box gets stacked.

Teardrops fell on mama's note When I read the things she wrote She said, "We miss you son, we love you, come on home" Well, I didn't have to pack I had it all right on my back Now I'm five hundred miles away from home

High school football. One day after practice in the locker room I rolled up a towel and snapped a guy in the ass. As I did he was just picking up his helmet and the surprise attack made him instantly slam it to the floor – where it broke my little toe.

Patriots rookie RB Robert Edwards went to the Pro Bowl following his rookie, 1,100+ yard rushing season in 1999. Part of the week's festivities included a flag football game in which Edwards injured his knee so badly doctor's considered amputation. Edwards returned to the league, but not until 2002, where he managed just 20 rushing attempts in 11 games for Miami. The Pro Bowl doesn't have flag football games anymore.

Starting soft and slow like a small earthquake And when he lets go, half the valley shakes It's love, Brother Love say Brother Love's Travelling Salvation Show Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies And everyone goes 'Cause everyone knows 'bout Brother Love's show

I deal in dreamers and telephone screamers Lately I wonder what I do it for If I had my way I'd just walk through those doors And wander down the Champs-Élysées Going café to cabaret Thinking how I'll feel when I find That very good friend of mine I was a free man in Paris I felt unfettered and alive Nobody was calling me up for favors No one's future to decide You know I'd go back there tomorrow But for the work I've taken on Stoking the star-maker machinery Behind the popular song

The drunken politician leaps Upon the streets where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinking from my broken cup And ask me to open up the gate for you I want you, I want you Yes, I want you so bad Honey, I want you

Got my copy and had a very enjoyable read.

I can't read I didn't know how to write My whole life has been one big fight Born under a bad sign I've been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck I say, I wouldn't have no luck at all

Christian Wade

Some will come and some will go We will surely pass When the one that left us here Returns for us at last We are but a moment's sunlight Fading in the grass Come on, people now Smile on your brother, everybody get together Try to love one another right now

Standing on the water, casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing Freedom just around the corner for you But with truth so far off, what good will it do?