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PROJECTIN
ENGLISH
SUBMITTED BY:
SEAN G. CEZAR
SUBMITTED TO:
Mrs. Domingo
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POEMS
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Ingrid
by PETER EDWARDS
She sits at her desk like a Flower in full bloom
Whilst others around her despair in their gloom
Always so busy, and never cross word
Never repeats, whatever shes heard
Moving so quietly like she wasnt there
Wherever she goes fragrence sweet fills the air
Ingrid, dear Ingrid, what would we all do
If the day ever came, in our lives without you?
Just walking along causes all hearts to stir
And many a mans thoughts just a moment with her
Your beauty and loveliness beyond all compare
A thousand words never show beauty so rare
Whenever youre near, a symphony plays
Which fades in the distance as you walk away
Ingrid, dear Ingrid you seem so alone
As quietly you work, then leave to go home
One day perhaps, if youre ever free
Ill take you to lunch. just you and just me
To just get away from those people around
Whose dark Hearts so cold, where jealousy abounds
To whisk you away for one moment in time
Where you can relax and yourself, unwind
Cos just like a Flower that blooms after rain
I so want to see you, happy, again..
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Grave
by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON
Death would be adorned
if not knowing it comes
but once;
once to the prepaid graveno one will visit.
Death would be quick
as heartbreak;each nerve pulsating underthe ripping of each severed
heartstring,
each pain stands electrified,intensified,
still, death would be quick.
The shapeless form Deathforms itself into,
cloud-clad upon the sea,the red one the moon does oft
but softly trickle through,
the moon that moves its footsteps
across the oceans blue,because it, too, would grieve
But death is quick.
So often quickto trick, to cheat into;
Death has but eyesthat see lifes thread
be vainly cut through
by severed hands that work
the devils knot, too loose,but Death would intercept,
its spying eyes and grin,
unsparingly unseen,
for Death is quick.
And none would live to tell,rise up from graven hell,
dig up the roots to find earthswarmth above the grave,
for Death would intercept,because it, too, can only come
but once.
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Schadenfreude
by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON
Silver stone among the sea,
heartstrings feel thine love for me.
Fall into the cloud-clad moon,reply to Death: Im coming soon.
Demon spawn among the earth,
take from Him before the birth.Sit upon your throne and laugh,worship under Deaths behalf.
Whisper schemes to sinful ears,
pride the ones with graceful tears.Fall upon your knees and cry,
neverasking Satan why?
Answer, fists into the ground,upon the earth, you scream and pound.
Dont turn to Him who gives the why,
fall on your knees, break down, and die.
Satan whispers you knew why.
I didnt kill you, but I lied.
Only you will know why;
beyond ash, the graves dont lie.Just weep for those who have died,
for Satan will rehash the lie.
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Dost Thou Love Me?
by BRIANNA ROSE BURTONDost thou love me? For any greater balance
between heaven and hell could tell me so,
that if I did not love thee, the sweetest rose
would not smell as sweet; the sweetest sorrow,
for sorrow meets the heart if thou did not love
me so. Nor did I know of this to comfort thee,
nor thee to comfort. Sweet speeches of love,of how thou loved me socould an angel then
not lend thee their wings if only to never
return them? If thou dost love me, such things
give no meaning or meaning known to thee,
for a thousand wishes of grandeur would fail
to encompass the sum of my love for thee,
of how I love thee so.
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Beneath the Forgotten Roses
by ANTHONY HAYES
As I walk through the grey mist of night
I come across a bed of roses,brittle with a dark essence.
Each one slowly crumbling to the rough earth,below, as I look up I see
an old grey stone.
I lift my frost bitten hands and wipe awaythe years of decay; my eyes open wide
to a small engravement -
R.I.P
Was killed by hanging for the murder of
thirty four women on 2 August 1912
Here lies Dave Thompson Jr.
As I read the name, my life flashes before
my eyes; its been one hundred years
since I killed them.
Tomorrow my grave will be gone,
but no one will ever forget the horror,
that lives beneath
the forgotten roses
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DECLAMATION
SPEECH
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The Wolves of Learning
April 2, 2007 by Pete Reilly
At birth we are blessed with a natural curiosity. There is a great wildness in it. A shaft of
sunlight illuminates a world of dust and delicate objects floating in air, as if by magic. A
child who catches a glimpse of this will stop whatever its doing and begin to explore
what it sees. We are called to learn.
Our natural curiosity is like a wild animal; it hunts where it needs to in order to satisfy its
deep hunger. As children, we awaken each day with an insatiable appetite to learn. It is in
our early years that we are wolves of learning. There is a deep, DNA -based, natural
connection between learning and survival; call it the burning relevance of the empty
stomach.
Over the centuries, as we have institutionalized learning, we have taken something
precious from our children, our young wolves of learning; and from ourselves. The
wildness of our natural curiosity has been tamed, domesticated, and subdued.
We have done this by giving our children virtually no control over their education, little
responsibility for their learning and whatever natural curiosity they have has been
replaced with a structured curriculum. We reward them for following directions and
doing what they are told and reprimand them if they wander too far from our agenda.
Since it is our agenda and not theirs, they put minimum effort, if any effort at all, into
what we ask them to do. They are in compliance mode. Compliance produces the lowest
level of effort. Fear of retribution becomes the prime motivator rather than the excitement
of learning.
We have trained them to expect to be fed without going on the hunt. Like domesticated
pets, we offer them bland processed learning laid out in prescribed amounts at certain
times of the day. We decide what they are fed, how much, and when. They rarely
experience learning by their own wits, their natural curiosity, or even serendipity. They
will not gorge on learning and fight over the scraps until their bellies are full.
We have so successfully domesticated our students that they are likely to rebel when they
are asked to use the natural gifts for learning with which they were born. Its as if we
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were trying to release a pet house dog into the wilderness, the odds of survival would be
small. Within hours the dog would be back in front of the door, begging to have its
master serve its dinner to it in a dish.
Let us find ways to give our children back their birthright, their natural curiosity and
facility to learn. There have to be ways that we can organize our learning institutions to
accommodate individual curiosity and the standardized curriculum. I believe that
thoughtful educators can create environments that are less restrictive and provide much
more natural habitat for learning. Let us find ways to foster the wildness and thrill of
learning again. Let us answer the Call of the Wild
.The Professionals
March 28, 2007 by Pete Reilly
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They sat around me, sprawled on crudely-carved, graffiti filled desks with small metal
and wood chairs. It was nearing the last day or so of the school year and this particular
group of students didnt want to leave. It was the last period of the day, and I sat on a
desk with my feet on a chair in front of me.
Mr. Reilly, we just want you to know that its not your fault. said Billy, the leader of
the group. It was sort of strange that these particular boys were hanging out in my
classroom, for they had been the students that had gotten the least out of my class, and
school in general. They were common visitors to the principals office and denizens of
detention.
Biily continued, Were screw ups. There was no way you were going to teach us. he
smiled at me. The others smiled too.
We know you tried, Mr. Reilly now they became a little more serious. Youre not so
bad for a teacher. The others nodded agreement.
Guys, you arent screw ups. Youre good kids. I responded reflexively.
No, no; none of us like school. Its so boring. You tried to make it interesting; but we
didnt need half the stuff you tried to teach us.
Kevin chimed in, I liked the books we read.
Michael added,I liked the goofy music you played and the poetry.
I shook my head, You guys are pretty smart. Why did you make it so hard on
yourselves?
It struck me how kind they were. How appreciative. They accepted the consequences of
their actions, they were peaceful with their plight. They werent angry or holding
grudges, because they felt they had been treated fairly. It was like they were professionals
at thisno hard feelingsbusiness is business. You were being you teacher and we
were being usscrew ups.
But they werent screw ups. They were really nice kids with good senses of humor. They
were just completely out of place in school. They had other, more important things going
on in their lives. If you saw them outside of school, youd be amazed at their competence
and confidence.
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Let me look under the hood Mr. Reilly. I think I see what the problem is. Let me fix it.
and sure enough Billy reached in to the bowels of the complex machine that was my car
and began to work.
Any of them could tell you where to hunt, point out the quiet fishing hole where trout
gathered on the edge of the frothing current, or where to lay a trap in a hidden
Adirondack bog. In the fall, when the bullhead were plentiful one of them would catch a
dozen and bring them to me wrapped in plastic. I remember pushing aside the brown
lunch bags in the teachers refrigerator in the faculty room to make space for them.
These were the school rejects, the poor kids. They were like a Greek chorus in my
teaching life because they were so real. They werent going to play school like the
others. They werent going to pretend this was important to them. I could count on
them reflecting back to me the best and worst of my teaching. If I was at my best I would
see them engaged fully. Anything less, anything that was not relevant, not well planned,
not taught well; and they would find something else to keep them busy. Generally,
something that got them in trouble.
They are all grown men now. I suspect that some must have children of their own. They
are frozen in time for me, in my lifes memory. So many students entered and left my
life; but these, the professionals, remain. They represent the best of those I taught. My
Huck Finns, My Greek Chorus; too young to really be my friends; but always my soul
mates.
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ORATORICAL
SPEECH
Abolition Speech by William Wilberforce
May 12, 1789
When I consider the magnitude of the subject which I am to bring before the House-a subject, in whichthe interests, not of this country, nor of Europe alone, but of the whole world, and of posterity, are
involved: and when I think, at the same time, on the weakness of the advocate who has undertaken thisgreat cause-when these reflections press upon my mind, it is impossible for me not to feel both terrified
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and concerned at my own inadequacy to such a task. But when I reflect, however, on the encouragementwhich I have had, through the whole course of a long and laborious examination of this question, and how
much candour I have experienced, and how conviction has increased within my own mind, in proportionas I have advanced in my labours;-when I reflect, especially, that however averse any gentleman may now
be, yet we shall all be of one opinion in the end;-when I turn myself to these thoughts, I take courage-Idetermine to forget all my other fears, and I march forward with a firmer step in the full assurance that my
cause will bear me out, and that I shall be able to justify upon the clearest principles, every resolution inmy hand, the avowed end of which is, the total abolition of the slave trade. I wish exceedingly, in theoutset, to guard both myself and the House from entering into the subject with any sort of passion. It isnot their passions I shall appeal to-I ask only for their cool and impartial reason; and I wish not to takethem by surprise, but to deliberate, point by point, upon every part of this question. I mean not to accuseany one, but to take the shame upon myself, in common, indeed, with the whole parliament of Great
Britain, for having suffered this horrid trade to be carried on under their authority. We are all guilty-weought all to plead guilty, and not to exculpate ourselves by throwing the blame on others; and I therefore
deprecate every kind of reflection against the various descriptions of people who are more immediatelyinvolved in this wretched business.
Having now disposed of the first part of this subject, I must speak of the transit of the slaves in the West
Indies. This I confess, in my own opinion, is the most wretched part of the whole subject. So much miserycondensed in so little room, is more than the human imagination had ever before conceived. I will notaccuse the Liverpool merchants: I will allow them, nay, I will believe them to be men of humanity; and Iwill therefore believe, if it were not for the enormous magnitude and extent of the evil which distracts
their attention from individual cases, and makes them think generally, and therefore less feelingly on thesubject, they would never have persisted in the trade. I verily believe therefore, if the wretchedness of any
one of the many hundred Negroes stowed in each ship could be brought before their view, and remainwithin the sight of the African Merchant, that there is no one among them whose heart would bear it. Let
any one imagine to himself 6 or 700 of these wretches chained two and two, surrounded with every objectthat is nauseous and disgusting, diseased, and struggling under every kind of wretchedness! How can we
bear to think of such a scene as this? One would think it had been determined to heap upon them all thevarieties of bodily pain, for the purpose of blunting the feelings of the mind; and yet, in this very point (to
show the power of human prejudice) the situation of the slaves has been described by Mr. Norris, one ofthe Liverpool delegates, in a manner which, I am sure will convince the House how interest can draw afilm across the eyes, so thick, that total blindness could do no more; and how it is our duty therefore totrust not to the reasonings of interested men, or to their way of colouring a transaction. Theirapartments, says Mr. Norris, are fitted up as much for their advantage as circumstances will admit. Theright ancle of one, indeed is connected with the left ancle of another by a small iron fetter, and if they are
turbulent, by another on their wrists. They have several meals a day; some of their own countryprovisions, with the best sauces of African cookery; and by way of variety, another meal of pulse, &c.according to European taste. After breakfast they have water to wash themselves, while their apartmentsare perfumed with frankincense and lime-juice. Before dinner, they are amused after the manner of theircountry. The song and dance are promoted, and, as if the whole was really a scene of pleasure and
dissipation it is added, that games of chance are furnished. The men play and sing, while the women and
girls make fanciful ornaments with beads, which they are plentifully supplied with. Such is the sort ofstrain in which the Liverpool delegates, and particularly Mr. Norris, gave evidence before the privy
council. What will the House think when, by the concurring testimony of other witnesses, the true historyis laid open. The slaves who are sometimes described as rejoicing at their captivity, are so wrung withmisery at leaving their country, that it is the constant practice to set sail at night, lest they should besensible of their departure. The pulse which Mr. Norris talks of are horse beans; and the scantiness, bothof water and provision, was suggested by the very legislature of Jamaica in the report of their committee,
to be a subject that called for the interference of parliament. Mr. Norris talks of frankincense and limejuice; when surgeons tell you the slaves are stowed so close, that there is not room to tread among them:
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and when you have it in evidence from sir George Yonge, that even in a ship which wanted 200 of hercomplement, the stench was intolerable. The song and the dance, says Mr. Norris, are promoted. It had
been more fair, perhaps, if he had explained that word promoted. The truth is, that for the sake ofexercise, these miserable wretches, loaded with chains, oppressed with disease and wretchedness, areforced to dance by the terror of the lash, and sometimes by the actual use of it. I, says one of the otherevidences, was employed to dance the men, while another person danced the women. Such, then is the
meaning of the word promoted; and it may be observed too, with respect to food, that an instrument issometimes carried out, in order to force them to eat which is the same sort of proof how much they enjoythemselves in that instance also. As to their singing, what shall we say when we are told that their songsare songs of lamentation upon their departure which, while they sing, are always in tears, insomuch thatone captain (more humane as I should conceive him, therefore, than the rest) threatened one of the womenwith a flogging, because the mournfulness of her song was too painful for his feelings. In order, however,
not to trust too much to any sort of description, I will call the attention of the House to one species ofevidence which is absolutely infallible. Death, at least, is a sure ground of evidence, and the proportion of
deaths will not only confirm, but if possible will even aggravate our suspicion of their misery in thetransit. It will be found, upon an average of all the ships of which evidence has been given at the privy
council, that exclusive of those who perish before they sail, not less than 12 per cent. perish in thepassage. Besides these, the Jamaica report tells you, that not less than 4 per cent. die on shore before the
day of sale, which is only a week or two from the time of landing. One third more die in the seasoning,and this in a country exactly like their own, where they are healthy and happy as some of the evidenceswould pretend. The diseases, however, which they contract on shipboard, the astringent washes which are
to hide their wounds, and the mischievous tricks used to make them up for sale, are, as the Jamaica reportsays, (a most precious and valuable report, which I shall often have to advert to) one principle cause ofthis mortality. Upon the whole, however, here is a mortality of about 50 per cent. and this among negroes
who are not bought unless (as the phrase is with cattle) they are sound in wind and limb. How then canthe House refuse its belief to the multiplied testimonies before the privy council, of the savage treatment
of the negroes in the middle passage? Nay, indeed, what need is there of any evidence? The number ofdeaths speaks for itself, and makes all such enquiry superfluous. As soon as ever I had arrived thus far inmy investigation of the slave trade, I confess to you sir, so enormous so dreadful, so irremediable did its
wickedness appear that my own mind was completely made up for the abolition. A trade founded in
iniquity, and carried on as this was, must be abolished, let the policy be what it might,-let theconsequences be what they would, I from this time determined that I would never rest till I had effectedits abolition.
Quit India Speech by Ghandi
August 8, 1942
Before you discuss the resolution, let me place before you one or two things, I want you to understandtwo things very clearly and to consider them from the same point of view from which I am placing them
before you. I ask you to consider it from my point of view, because if you approve of it, you will beenjoined to carry out all I say. It will be a great responsibility. There are people who ask me whether I am
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the same man that I was in 1920, or whether there has been any change in me. You are right in asking thatquestion.
Let me, however, hasten to assure that I am the same Gandhi as I was in 1920. I have not changed in anyfundamental respect. I attach the same importance to non-violence that I did then. If at all, my emphasison it has grown stronger. There is no real contradiction between the present resolution and my previouswritings and utterances.
Occasions like the present do not occur in everybodys and but rarely in anybodys life. I want you toknow and feel that there is nothing but purest Ahimsa1 in all that I am saying and doing today. The draftresolution of the Working Committee is based on Ahimsa, the contemplated struggle similarly has itsroots in Ahimsa. If, therefore, there is any among you who has lost faith in Ahimsa or is wearied of it, lethim not vote for this resolution.Let me explain my position clearly. God has vouchsafed to me a priceless gift in the weapon of Ahimsa. I
and my Ahimsa are on our trail today. If in the present crisis, when the earth is being scorched by theflames of Himsa2 and crying for deliverance, I failed to make use of the God given talent, God will not
forgive me and I shall be judged un-wrongly of the great gift. I must act now. I may not hesitate andmerely look on, when Russia and China are threatened.
Ours is not a drive for power, but purely a non-violent fight for Indias independence. In a violentstruggle, a successful general has been often known to effect a military coup and to set up a dictatorship.
But under the Congress scheme of things, essentially non-violent as it is, there can be no room fordictatorship. A non-violent soldier of freedom will covet nothing for himself, he fights only for thefreedom of his country. The Congress is unconcerned as to who will rule, when freedom is attained. The
power, when it comes, will belong to the people of India, and it will be for them to decide to whom itplaced in the entrusted. May be that the reins will be placed in the hands of the Parsis, for instance-as Iwould love to see happen-or they may be handed to some others whose names are not heard in the
Congress today. It will not be for you then to object saying, This community is microscopic. That partydid not play its due part in the freedoms struggle; why should it have all the power? Ever since its
inception the Congress has kept itself meticulously free of the communal taint. It has thought always interms of the whole nation and has acted accordingly. . .I know how imperfect our Ahimsa is and how far away we are still from the ideal, but in Ahimsa there is
no final failure or defeat. I have faith, therefore, that if, in spite of our shortcomings, the big thing does
happen, it will be because God wanted to help us by crowning with success our silent, unremittingSadhana1 for the last twenty-two years.I believe that in the history of the world, there has not been a more genuinely democratic struggle forfreedom than ours. I read Carlyles French Resolution while I was in prison, and Pandit Jawaharlal has
told me something about the Russian revolution. But it is my conviction that inasmuch as these struggleswere fought with the weapon of violence they failed to realize the democratic ideal. In the democracywhich I have envisaged, a democracy established by non-violence, there will be equal freedom for all.Everybody will be his own master. It is to join a struggle for such democracy that I invite you today. Onceyou realize this you will forget the differences between the Hindus and Muslims, and think of yourselves
as Indians only, engaged in the common struggle for independence.Then, there is the question of your attitude towards the British. I have noticed that there is hatred towards
the British among the people. The people say they are disgusted with their behaviour. The people make
no distinction between British imperialism and the British people. To them, the two are one This hatredwould even make them welcome the Japanese. It is most dangerous. It means that they will exchange oneslavery for another. We must get rid of this feeling. Our quarrel is not with the British people, we fighttheir imperialism. The proposal for the withdrawal of British power did not come out of anger. It came to
enable India to play its due part at the present critical juncture It is not a happy position for a big countrylike India to be merely helping with money and material obtained willy-nilly from her while the United
Nations are conducting the war. We cannot evoke the true spirit of sacrifice and velour, so long as we arenot free. I know the British Government will not be able to withhold freedom from us, when we havemade enough self-sacrifice. We must, therefore, purge ourselves of hatred. Speaking for myself, I can say
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that I have never felt any hatred. As a matter of fact, I feel myself to be a greater friend of the British nowthan ever before. One reason is that they are today in distress. My very friendship, therefore, demands that
I should try to save them from their mistakes. As I view the situation, they are on the brink of an abyss. It,therefore, becomes my duty to warn them of their danger even though it may, for the time being, angerthem to the point of cutting off the friendly hand that is stretched out to help them. People may laugh,nevertheless that is my claim. At a time when I may have to launch the biggest struggle of my life, I may
not harbour hatred against anybody.
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TONGUE
TWISTER
Something in a thirty-acre thermal thicket of thorns and thistles thumped and thundered threatening thethree-D thoughts of Matthew the thug - although, theatrically, it was only the thirteen-thousand thistles
and thorns through the underneath of his thigh that the thirty year old thug thought of that morning.
by Meaghan Desbiens
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To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
To sit in solemn silence in a dull, dark dock,In a pestilential prison, with a life-long lock,
Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
A dull, dark dock, a life-long lock,A short, sharp shock, a big black block!
To sit in solemn silence in a pestilential prison,And awaiting the sensation
From a cheap and chippy chopper on a big black block!
by W.S. Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan from The Mikado
Mary Mac's mother's making Mary Mac marry me.My mother's making me marry Mary Mac.
Will I always be so Merry when Mary's taking care of me?Will I always be so merry when I marry Mary Mac?
from a song by Carbon Leaf
Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew.While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew.Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze.
Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze.
That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.
from Fox in Sox by Dr. Seuss
Bobby Bippy bought a bat.
Bobby Bippy bought a ball.With his bat Bob banged the ballBanged it bump against the wall
But so boldly Bobby banged itThat he burst his rubber ball
"Boo!" cried Bobby
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Bad luck ballBad luck Bobby, bad luck ball
Now to drown his many troublesBobby Bippy's blowing bubbles.
from mid-Willamette Valley theatre
Out in the pasture the nature watcher watches the catcher. While the catcher watches the pitcher who
pitches the balls. Whether the temperature's up or whether the temperature's down, the nature watcher, thecatcher and the pitcher are always around. The pitcher pitches, the catcher catches and the watcherwatches. So whether the temperature's rises or whether the temperature falls the nature watcher just
watches the catcher who's watching the pitcher who's watching the balls.
by Sharon Johnson
But a harder thing still to do.
What a to do to die todayAt a quarter or two to two.
A terrible difficult thing to sayBut a harder thing still to do.
The dragon will come at the beat of the drumWith a rat-a-tat-tat a-tat-tat a-tat-toAt a quarter or two to two today,
At a quarter or two to two.
from a college drama class
As he gobbled the cakes on his plate,
the greedy ape said as he ate,the greener green grapes are,
the keener keen apes are
to gobble green grape cakes,they're great!
from Dr. Seuss's O Say Can You Say?
Suzie, Suzie, working in a shoeshine shop.All day long she sits and shines,all day long she shines and sits,
and sits and shines, and shines and sits,and sits and shines, and shines and sits.
Suzie, Suzie, working in a shoeshine shop.
Tommy, Tommy, toiling in a tailor's shop.
All day long he fits and tucks,
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all day long he tucks and fits,and fits and tucks, and tucks and fits,
and fits and tucks, and tucks and fits.Tommy, Tommy, toiling in a tailor's shop.
sung by Ian Mackintosh
Ed Nott was shot and Sam Shott was not. So it is better to be Shott than Nott. Some say Nott was not
shot. But Shott says he shot Nott. Either the shot Shott shot at Nott was not shot, or Nott was shot. If theshot Shott shot shot Nott, Nott was shot. But if the shot Shott shot shot Shott, the shot was Shott, not Nott.
However, the shot Shott shot shot not Shott - but Nott. So, Ed Nott was shot and that's hot! Is it not?
No specified Author
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
but Moses supposes erroneously.For Moses, he knowses his toeses aren't roses,
as Moses supposes his toeses to be.
Donald O'Connor and Gene Kelly in "Singing in the rain"
Give me the gift of a grip-top sock,
A clip drape shipshape tip top sock.Not your spinslick slapstick slipshod stock,
But a plastic, elastic grip-top sock.None of your fantastic slack swap slop
From a slap dash flash cash haberdash shop.Not a knick knack knitlock knockneed knickerbocker sock
With a mock-shot blob-mottled trick-ticker top clock.
Not a supersheet seersucker rucksack sock,Not a spot-speckled frog-freckled cheap sheik's sock
Off a hodge-podge moss-blotched scotch-botched block.
Nothing slipshod drip drop flip flop or glip glopTip me to a tip top grip top sock.
articulation warmup for actors
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STORY
TELLING
Serpent who Terrorized a Village
A serpent was terrorizing a village street. No one could walk down the street
without the serpent leaping out of his basket, striking out, hissing and spitting his
venom. Finally the villagers went to the village shaman and asked for a poison to kill
the serpent.
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"Oh, that's a bit extreme," said the shaman. "What if I can convince him to not
terrorize you?"
The villagers agreed that was all they wanted. So the shaman went to the
serpent and negotiated with him. "You are a creature of Allah as well as they are.
Why do you threaten them?"
"Because they hate me," replied the serpent.
"Of course, they don't hate you. They're afraid of you. Leave off threatening
them, and Allah will bless you."
The serpent crawled back into his basket and there he had a dream in which he
envisioned a lovely, green forest given to him by Allah. The serpent awoke a changed
being.
From that day he did not attack passersby, or spit venom at them, or terrorize
them any more.
One day the shaman came to him to see how he was doing. He found the
serpent lying in his basket, nearly dead, great wounds in his beautiful sleek skin.
"What in the world happened to you?" cried the shaman.
"This is what they did to me when I no longer spit venom at them. Theyattacked my basket and dropped stones on me. "
The shaman shook his head sadly and replied, "I said Allah wants you to not
terrorize them. I did not say you can never bite."
That's an Arabian story with a little bite of its own.
Contribute
d by Ardyce Chidester
The Sun and the Wind
The Sun and Wind disagreed about many things. One day Wind said, "Well,
whatever you may think, I am certainly stronger than you!" "How so?" asked the Sun.
"Watch me!" boasted the Wind. And he blew and blew on a tall tree until the tree bent
to the ground. "Hah! See? I can make the very trees bend to my will."
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"The tree bent, certainly, but it did not break. And when you stopped blowing
the tree became upright once again. I don't think you proved anything," said the Sun.
The Wind became angry and began arguing loudly. "Let us have a contest,
then, and we will see who is stronger," suggested the Sun. The Wind agreed, and theSun said, "See that man walking along the road down there? He is wearing a heavy
cloak. Whichever of us can make him take it off is the strongest. You may go first."
"Ha! This will be easy!" cried the Wind and he whooshed down and began
blowing the traveler with all his might. Dust swirled around the man, and he coughed
as he tried to see his way along the narrow path. The harder the Wind blew, the more
tightly the traveler wrapped his cloak around him. The Wind blew and blew
..and..blew......and.......blew.......and..........blew.......a.n.d......... ........
b..............l............e...............w...................until he had no strength left to blow any
more. And the traveler was still holding onto his cloak.
`"My turn," said the Sun. The Sun came out and shone down gently on the man,
gently surrounding him with light and warmth. The traveler grew warmer and warmer.
Sweat broke out on his forehead, and finally he was so warm that he took off his cloak
and bundled it up under his arm.
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pted and contributed by Granny
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PHONECONVERSATION
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EXT. HELENs HOUSE - DAY
Helen comes jogging up the driveway, enters the side door.
INT. JACKS CAR
Jack drives his Corvette on the freeway. He searches his pockets.
JACKWhere is my phone?
A womans hand presents him with a cell phone from the passenger seat.
Jack dials. It rings on the other end.
INT. HELENS KITCHEN - DAY
Helen enters, panting.
The telephone rings.
HELENHello.
JACK (V.O.)Hello, this is Jack. I got a call
from Kate. Shes back in the country.
HELENAre you sure?
JACK (V.O.)
Of course, Im sure. She wouldntlie to me.
HELENDo you have her number?
She searches her pockets, finds a pen. She looks around,searching.
HELEN
Once more please.
She starts writing on her hand.
HELENThree-Seven-One ... Five-Five-One-Eight.
INT. JACKS CAR- DAY
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On the passenger seat sits Cory.
She checks a gun, charges it and hides it between thepages of a folded newspaper.
INT. HELENS KITCHEN - DAY
Surprised, she stares at what she wrote, the writingalready smeared by sweat.
HELENThats Corys number.
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SPEECH
CHOIR
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Mankind earliest civilization warned us , This day , this day would come...
Prophet speaks with his big voice,
The sound of the thunderstorm, Big hands of tsunami And the death of many
Humanity, significant species, and the greatest treasures of mankind for when doomsday finally
happens.
There are arguments however about how and when the governments of the world will alert their
fellow citizens and even discussions about how the remaining survivors will be selected to
survive the catacalysm.
Our knowledge , our living and our lives in the present All of this will disappeared
Deadly sins will spread Everyone suffers..
The cry of people needing help, Everyone shall perish . Drag them to hell.
Mother, help us , Set us free.
Souls have no savior , No one will stay alive.
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The Resiliency of a Filipino by William G. Bacani
B : Filipino is resilient G : Since time immemorial, we are tested by countless calamities;
volcanic eruptions, devastating earthquakes and lahar flows, super typhoons, flash floods and
landslides. B : Victoriously, we surmounted these ordeals and pains, beyond imagination of the
human race G : Instant death of our loved ones, claimed by transportation mishaps and natural
disasters. Thousands also die in hunger and malnutrition. All : Including ambushes and endless
wars in Mindanao. They trampled our basic human rights, such as the right to live G (solo) : I
lost my loving husband, who didn't want to join Abu Sayyaf. G (solo) : I lost my only son, who
opted to become a military man. G : We lost our innocent children and women, we lost our
homes and properties. B : Survivors are Filipinos. The wrath of nature and cruel destiny may
steal everything from us. B (solo) : Wealth, properties, and family All : But the Filipinos never
give up B : For us we are continuously scourged by the test of time. The spirit to survive and to
bounce back remains undefeated All : I'm as pliant as a bamboo for I'm a man of Earth G : My
hair may all be blown away by the winds B : And my legs may be crippled by the smash of
waves All : But I will stand and pick up the shattered pieces of myself and continue to live B :
Resolute to survive, clothed with an inspiration to live, not only for my family but also for my
beloved country All : Filipinos unite in the midst of crisis, regardless of socio-economic status,
tradition and creed G : The world has seen the magnanimous spirit of the Filipinos in crucial
times. All : The gap between the rich and the poor was narrowed G (solo) : Envy was replaced
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by sympathy G (solo) : Hatred was conquered by love B (solo) : Selfishness was set aside B :
And saving one's live is the ultimate desire All : History tells us that the Filipinos have captured
innumerable foes, natural and not. And shall always strive to champion in all odds. Because
innate in the Filipino is the will to survive B : We may be daunted by the horrible scenes around
us. But certainly, we will be strengthened by our unwavering faith in God. G : We have been
lotted by many nations in the world, for our resiliency during disasters, others die in saving lives.
All : But only few realize, that we are able to survive, because our spirit to fight is deeply
anchored from faith, that God Almighty will never forsake us. B (solo) : I believe that Filipinos,
divided by varied doctrines and cultures, are capable to be on top of any situation, if united All :
Together, we can face any challenge ahead of us. B : We may stumble and fall All : But we will
bounce back, arms stronger with vision and faith, that after darkness, after pains and sufferings,
the Filipino survives, the Filipino is resilient.
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