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Who made the world? 
Who made the swan, and the black bear? 
Who made the grasshopper? 
This grasshopper, I mean-- 
the one who has flung herself out of the grass, 
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, 
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-- 
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. 
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. 
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. 
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. 
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down 
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, 
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, 
which is what I have been doing all day. 
Tell me, what else should I have done? 
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? 
Tell me, what is it you plan to do 
With your one wild and precious life?

 

by Mary Oliver

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7 minutes ago, BeginnersMind said:

Who made the world? 
Who made the swan, and the black bear? 
Who made the grasshopper? 
This grasshopper, I mean-- 
the one who has flung herself out of the grass, 
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, 
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-- 
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes. 
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face. 
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. 
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. 
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down 
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass, 
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, 
which is what I have been doing all day. 
Tell me, what else should I have done? 
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? 
Tell me, what is it you plan to do 
With your one wild and precious life?

 

by Mary Oliver

You're a commie.

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KEEP A-GOIN’

 

If you strike a thorn or rose,
Keep a-goin'!
If it hails or if it snows,
Keep a-goin'!
'Taint no use to sit an' whine
When the fish ain't on your line;
Bait your hook an' keep a-tryin'--
Keep a-goin'!

When the weather kills your crop,
Keep a-goin'!
Though 'tis work to reach the top,
Keep a-goin'!
S'pose you're out o' ev'ry dime,
Gittin' broke ain't any crime;
Tell the world you're feelin' prime--
Keep a-goin'!

When it looks like all is up,
Keep a-goin'!
Drain the sweetness from the cup,
Keep a-goin'!
See the wild birds on the wing, 
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like singin', sing--
Keep a-goin'!

Author: by Frank L. Stanton (1857-1927)

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This thing right here
Is lettin' all the ladies know
What guys talk about
You know, the finer things in life
A heh heh heh
Check it out
Ooh that dress so scandalous
And you know another ***** can't handle it
So you shakin that thang like who's the ish
With a look in yer eyes so devilish
Uh
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
And you cruise to crews to connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
'Cause she was 'Livin' La Vida Loca'
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
That girl so scandalous
And I know another ***** can't handle it
And she shakin' that thing like who's the ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish
She like to dance on the hip hop spots
And she cruise to the groove like connect the dots
Not just urban she like the pop
Cause she was 'Livin La Vida Loca'
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
All night long
Let me see that thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
That dress so scandalous
I swear another ***** couldn't handle it
When you shakin' that thing like whose the ish
With a look in your eyes do devilish
Uh
You like to dance on the hip hop spots
Then you cruise to the grooves to connect the dots
Not just urban you like the pop
Cause she was Livin La Vida Loca
She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think I'll sing it again
'Cause she had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt, uh
I think I'll sing it again
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
C'mon
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Duh dun duh
Thong, thong, thong, thong, thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
I like it when the beat goes
Duh dun duh
Baby make your booty go
Duh dun duh
Baby I know you want to show
Duh dun duh
That thong thong thong thong thong
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15 minutes ago, 3rdnlng said:

Link? How long did it take? Did they trigger any sensors?

 

Well, if some federal agents with unlimited time and resources can breach the wall, then of course Mexican wannabe immigrants with nothing but the clothes on their back can as well!

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46 minutes ago, Tiberius said:

Homeland security just cut right through a prototype section of the stupid wall with a hack saw. It's stupid. 

 

I bet you’re a man who doesn’t know a damn thing about tools. 

 

Hacksaws can be equipped with “metal” blades. That does NOT mean the blade is made of metal even though it is. It means it’s made for cutting metal. 

 

Hey, look everybody, let’s not plant trees because an ax can cut them down. 

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4 minutes ago, The_Dude said:

... Hey, look everybody, let’s not plant trees because an ax can cut them down. 

you ought to drink Folgers everyday. this is up there with possibly the best thing to ever fall off your finger tips.

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7 minutes ago, Koko78 said:

 

Well, if some federal agents with unlimited time and resources can breach the wall, then of course Mexican wannabe immigrants with nothing but the clothes on their back can as well!

From what I can tell by pictures it would appear that the fence is either square tubing or pipe. My guess is that it has a footer to help prevent digging a shallow "tunnel" under it and the "slats" are filled with cement. It may even have rebar extending downward from the footer every foot or so to discourage digging. Keeping it upright would be a function of the footer and connecting the slats to each other.

 

The fence doesn't have to secure our border like a prison wall would secure a prison. All it needs to do is make it difficult to get over it, and take some time so that border agents can get there.

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Liberal Hypocrisy

 

 

This liberal hypocrisy, makes me laugh,
With their one-sided, unethical minds.
They claim one thing, while living another,
Until they find the next soapbox, to climb.

 

And up on to it, they'll belly-crawl,
Because that's the natural way of a snake.
From up on there, they'll spew their drivel,
And not a lick of sense, does it even make!

 

Maybe it would, if they ever even practiced,
The same way, that they so blindly preach.
But what's good for their goose, is not for the gander,
So into Satan's dialogue, they further reach.

 

Out of both sides of their wicked mouths,
Their demons schizophrenically verbalize-
To the point that even their own loved-ones,
No longer know which is their truths...or their lies.

 

They cry out at the injustice, of little furry creatures,
Who's lives are ended in animal shelter tombs-
Yet, they fight for the right, of BABY HUMANS,
To be literally ripped and torn apart, out of wombs!

 

I believe the liberal mindset, goes deeper,
Clouded by their very own guilt and shame.
Because no one can be so bleeding-heart left,
If in themselves, they didn't hold some blame.

 

How can they yell out against the 'murder of war',
When they themselves, live not at peace?
For such God-less, soul-less, Faith-less people,
Have nowhere else to vent their twisted release.

 

So they attack the good and God-loving people,
Who care about a Country, gone so very wrong.
They blindly follow a traitorous party, who,
They misguidedly think, will make them strong.

 

They can't see past, their left-colored glasses,
So fogged up with their malice and hate.
I pray more of us, can see the right much clearer,
And save our America, before, it's too late.

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4 minutes ago, whatdrought said:

I thought this was a poetry thread, not a wall thread.

Satisfied?

 

Mending Wall

Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs.  The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side.  It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors?  Isn’t it
Where there are cows?  But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.'  I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself.  I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'

From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.

From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Co

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32 minutes ago, whatdrought said:

I thought this was a poetry thread, not a wall thread.

 

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

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7 hours ago, /dev/null said:

 

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

 

I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
When I kill all the whities I see, then whitey he won’t bother me,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
Then I’ll get a white woman who’s wearing a navy blue sweater...

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I don't need your forgiveness
I don't need your hate
I don't need your acceptance
So what should I do
I don't need your resistance
I don't need your prayers
I don't need no religion
I don't need a thing from you
I don't do what I've been told
Your so lame why don't you
Just go
Die mother ***** die mother ***** die
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....I went to work for her that summer

 

A teenage kid so far from home 

 

she was a lonely widow woman

 

....hellbent to make it on her own 

10 minutes ago, DC Tom said:

 

I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
When I kill all the whities I see, then whitey he won’t bother me,
I’m gonna get me a shotgun and kill all the whities I see.
Then I’ll get a white woman who’s wearing a navy blue sweater...

 

Then I shall get a rifle and shoot you from a far greater distance than you can shoot me. 

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3 minutes ago, The_Dude said:

....I went to work for her that summer

 

A teenage kid so far from home 

 

she was a lonely widow woman

 

....hellbent to make it on her own 

 

Then I shall get a rifle and shoot you from a far greater distance than you can shoot me. 

 

You are seriously stupid.

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2 minutes ago, DC Tom said:

 

You are seriously stupid.

 

....I’m a student of the American way of war. Now if you’ll excuse me. 

 

Wheat fields as as far as I could see. 

 

Something, both needing something from

eachother 

 

something as far as I could see 

 

something 

 

hands of leather

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If you can keep your head

when all about you men are losing theirs
and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowances for their doubting, too.
If you can wait but not be tired of waiting,
or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
and yet don't look too good nor talk too wise,
If you can dream but not make dreams your master,

if you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
and treat those two imposters just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,
and lose and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe a word about your loss,
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and to hold on when there is nothing in you
but the will that says to them "hold on,"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
if all men count with you but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with 60 seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
and which is more, you'll be a man, my son.

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