what is written on raggedy ann's heart?
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The words "I love you"\n\nhttp://www.simonsays.com/content/destination.cfm?tab=4&pid=523106&feature_id=463
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u can get it at www.mysongbook.com
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Classic\n\nby Adrian Gurvitz\n\nGot to write a classic\nGot to write it in an attic\nBabe, I'm an addict now\nAn addict for your love\nI was a stray boy\nAnd you was my best toy\nFound it easy to annoy you\nBut you were different from the rest\nAnd I loved you all the wrong ways\nNow listen to my say\nIf it changed to another way\nWould the difference make it\nWould it be a classic\nI gotta send it right awayGot to write a classic\nGot to write it in an attic\nBabe, I'm an addict now\nAn addict for your love\nGotta write it down and send it right away\nGot to write a classic\nGot to write it in an attic\nBabe, I'm an addict now\nAn addict for your loveNow I'm living my life\nOne day at a time\nSince losing your love\nI've been losing my mind\nNo more can I see\nThe future so clear\nAnd it's not what I mean\nI mean it's not what it seems\nI just keep living for dreams\nAnd it's not what I mean\nI mean it's not what it seems\nI just keep living for dreamsGot to write a classic\nGot to write it in an attic\nBabe, I'm an addict now\nI'm an addict for your love\nGotta write it down and send it right away
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Dormi,dormi,dormi,good night and sleep well,my love\nDormi, dormi, dormi,angels are watching above\nTil the dawn on tiptoe steals over your window sill,\nMay ev'ry bright star attend thee,\nThis little song may I send thee,\nDormi,dormi,dormi,my love,good-night.\nTRIO:\nEv'ry little bambino yearns\nfor this little song that he learns,\nLong before he learns that the world's a balloon;\nTo each little note that I sing,\nI have tied a dream with a string;\nthere are dreams running all through the tune.
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Lyrics can be found here:\nhttp://www.fpx.de/fp/Disney/Lyrics/MaryPoppins.html
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o! i love that song! \n\nhttp://www.lyricsbox.com/animaniacs-lyrics-im-mad-rg8z56g.html
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ALL MY ANSWERS ARE FROM CKY BLOODHOUND GANG AND H.I.M. AND CREED\n\nWINGS OF A BUTTERFLY-HIM\nTHE SCREMENT-HIM\nKILLING LONLIENESS-HIM\nFACE OF GOD-HIM\nVAMPIRE HEART-HIM\nESCAPE FROM HELLVIEW-CKY\nFOXTROT UNIFORM CHARLIE KILO-BLOODHOUND GANG(PUT FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD TOGETHER)\nALONG COMES MARY-BLOODHOUND GANG\nWITH ARNS WIDE OPEN-CREED\nMY OWN PRISON-CREED
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That is ok ,VERY GOOD, but it is very old compilation.\nHOW ABOUT THE TEN THINGS THAT SOUND DIRTY ON HOLLOWEEN , BUT AREN'T:\n\n1. SO...WHAT DID YOU GET IN THE SACK?\n2. ONCE YOU GET UNDER THE SHEET, START MOANING AND GROANING.\n3. JUST HOP ON THAT BROOMSTICK AND RIDE IT!\n4. THOSE SMALL SUCKERS ARE GONE IN A FEW  LICKS.\n5. I GOT THE BEST PIECE FROM THAT HOUSE.\n6. QUIT SCREWING AROUND ON THE PORCH.\n7. STICK YOUR HAND IN AND GUESS WHAT YOU ARE FEELING.\n8. IT WAS SO FILLED AND HEAVY, I HAD TO USE TWO HANDS.\n9. THEY'LL SUCK YOU DRY IF THEY GET THEIR TEETH IN YOU.\n10. I BOBBED BUT COULDN'T GET MY MOUTH AROUND IT.\n\n\nHAVE A GOOD DAY.
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When this comes to your mind: - \n\n\nAlone as I watch the stars shine,\nI revive you and feel it,\nThis little lonely heart of mine,\nTh’ flame set off, once lit.\nIn this heart th’ scenes linger,\nLost yet determined my thoughts wander,\nWhether my heart a wanderer or a lonely singer?\nWith hopes of retrieving that missed opportunity or singing the story tender.\n\n Thinking ‘bout the past I sit here on the pane,\nCrazy it may seem but I see you everywhere,\nYou’re driving me mad, you’re driving me insane,\nBut its too late, I have entered this love lair.\nAs my mind delineates you running in fields, shinning in stars,\nBut whom am I fooling? That’s just a memory, just a dream,\nThis impact inflict upon me from thou, thou have left th’ scars,\nAs I mark them in allusion to you, in my eyes they gleam.\n\nYour smile I miss,\nYour touch I long,\nJust but a kiss,\nI miss as I sing this sad song.\nDearth of that warmth made this heart lighten black and die,\nAgony, regret, grief, distress; but my heart knows what feel,\nHere in the depths abstruse feelings and hushed memories lie,\nYour extant image, good times of yore, favorable luck wheel.\n\nLove it be?\nI ask to my heart ‘ What answer thou give?’\nA sound heard softly,\nA lost note, yet positive.\nThis blister you have left,\nOn my heart and my mind,\nMy heart you stole, you theft,\nNow in your love I’m blind.\n\nI wish you had not,\nGONE! LEFT! Deserted me,\nYou gave me a new hope, a support,\nYou’re the culprit, not me...\nEre to your departure, before you went,\nIf only, just, with this pusillanimous heart I had,\nTo this grace of luck, creation of destiny, angel God had sent,\nIf, if only had I told you th’ words my heart said...
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Green Jelly - The three little pigs\n\nSpoken)\nWhy don't you, sit right back,\nand I, I may tell you, a tale.\nA tale of three, little pigs,\nand a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.\nWell the first little piggy, well he was kinda hick.\nHe spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.\nAnd then one day, he bought a guitar.\nHe moved to Hollywood, to become a star.\nBut, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.\nBuilt his house out of straw, what a pity.\nAnd then one day, jammin on some chords,\nalong came the wolf, knocking on his door.\n(Chorus)\nLittle Pig, Little Pig, let me in.\nNOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!\nLittle Pig, Little Pig, let me in.\nNOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!\nWell I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in.\nHuffin, puffin, blow your house in.\nHuffin, puffin, blow your house in.\nHuffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!\nWell the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.\nHe spent most of his time just a gone just smokin.\nHuffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.\nGetting paid money for religious speech.\nHe built his shelter from what he garbage picked.\nMostly made up of old cans and sticks.\nThen one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,\nand along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.\n(Chorus)\nWell the third little piggy, the grade A student.\nHis daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.\nEarned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.\nBuilt his house from his architect knowledge.\nA tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.\nDaddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.\nAnd then one day came the old house smasher\nthe BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.\n(Chorus)\nWell the big bad Wolf,\nwell he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.\nAnd low and behold the little piggy's house stood.\nIT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE! the little piggy shouted.\nThe wolf just frowned, as he pouted.\nSo they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.\nThe sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.\n(Rambo)\nYO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!\nWell the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.\nSo thats to end the story, for you and me.\nIf you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.\n(Chorus)\nAnd the moral of the story is, ' A band with no talent can easily amuse\nidiots, with a stupid, puppet show.
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(Chorus)\nshes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head it go boing ba boing ba boing ba boing it got boing ba boing boing sucky sucky sucky *REPEAT 2X*\n\n(Verse 1)\nTheres one way in but no way out I'll tell you bout this girl deep deep in the south talks real fast wit 2 golds in ha mouth walks real slow and ha tounge stays out I got ha in my spot (WHAT!) I got ha in my spot (HEYY!) I got a lil X i got a lil pot (YUP!) Im lookin at ha breasts Im lookin at ha twat Im lookin at ha lips and Im rubbin on my cock (WOOO!) give me head oh please jus give me head I aint finna beg and i aint breakin bread she aint gotta be a 9 she aint gotta be a dime she can be a fuckin six when she show you dis trick sucky sucky sucky sucky sucky lick licky licky licky she swallowed down my dick brought it back in one stroke ask ha can i do the poke turned around and smiled den she nodded wit ha fuckin throat\n\n(Chorus)\nshes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head it go boing ba boing ba boing ba boing it got boing ba boing boing sucky sucky sucky *REPEAT 2X*\n\n(Verse 2)\nAye aye aye aye she got them lips like she suck and kiss on it\nthat make me want it long tounge do u like to lick on it go through the torment i see make it feel like a million\nthen u do it to a rhythm if a nigga eva was lookin round for some good head then das wut she give em\nppl respect ha when they see ha they say hey not hoe cuz they kno slurpin is sumthin that u real good for\nand she aint picky bout the spot if i say come she go so i can be smokin and shit and when i bust she float\ni aint kno u can do it like u do it ta do it constantly sweatin so let me give u sum fluid the way u suck it u suck it wit pride opened up wide and stuffed it in dere like u really luv it dont touch it if u wont taste it i'll tell ya dat u were teasin that'll be the last time that u'll eva see me soo tease if u hear sum slurpin noises on side the bed then u kno wut i done came from let the chorus say it\n\n(Chorus)\nshes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head it go boing ba boing ba boing ba boing it got boing ba boing boing sucky sucky sucky *REPEAT 2X*\n\n(Verse 3)\nAye aye aye aye excuse me *sweety* excuse me i am lookin for a bobble if u is not a bobble then please get off of my *alto* mo bills hoes will do wut u gon do (Wut!) no deal oh well do wut u gon do shit a bobble aint bad a bobble sumthin good a bobble make u hobble when u walkin through the hood a bobble make u tell yo niggas they misunderstood cuz everything she do for u is oh so very good a bobble aint scared a bobble aint nerved yes a bobble dont spit a bobble dont slurp it show different stroke it picture perfect if u hit ha wit dough then it probably was worth it oh bobbly bobbly when u doin me properly and my foot on the throtley i'll be bout to run off wit it roll oh no bobbles not only for cars a true bobble shines anywhere shes a superstar\n\nshes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head shes a bobble head it go boing ba boing ba boing ba boing it got boing ba boing boing sucky sucky sucky
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Wow, that is so beautiful.\nNo, it does not sound like a letter, it's definately a poem and it has a story somewhere in there. I wouldn't mind hearing it, i'm interested. I've written a few poems but they're not constructed well like yours is very well done. mine all have stories burried somewhere in them. How i came to writting whatever i wrote or what they're about.\n\nbest of luck, and keep on rolling\n~just a Youngling\n\nps. i chocked on a paperclip because that's how i roll
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Just fyi I found the poem its\n"I carry your heart" by E E Cummings
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gawd im looking for the same thing, about the girl named maria? and the bird? the girl was 14 when she sang it, but i can find it!!!!!! and i requested it on the radio and they played the wrong one!!!! argh!!!!!\n\ni have found the lyrics!!!!!!!!\n\nA poor orphan girl named Maria \nWas walking to market one day \nShe stopped for a rest by the roadside \nWhere a bird with a broken wing lay \nA few moments passed till she saw it \nFor its feathers were covered with sand \nBut soon clean and wrapped it was traveling \nIn the warmth of Maria's small hand \n\nShe happily gave her last peso \nOn a cage made of rushes and twine \nShe fed it loose corn from the market \nAnd watched it grow stronger with time \n\nNow the gift giving service was coming \nAnd the church shone with tinsel and light \nAnd all of the townfolks brought presents \nTo lay by the manger that night \nThere were diamonds and incense and perfumes \nIn packages fit for a king \nBut for one ragged bird in a small cage \nMaria had nothing to bring \n\nShe waited 'til just before midnight \nSo no one would see her go in \nAnd crying she knelt by the manger \nFor her gift was unworthy of Him \n\nThen a voice spoke to her through the darkness \n"Maria, what brings you to me? \nIf the bird in the cage is your offering, \nOpen the door and let me see." \nThough she trembled, she did as He asked her \nAnd out of the cage the bird flew \nSoaring up into the rafters \nOn a wing that had healed good as new \n\nJust then the midnight bells rang out \nAnd the little bird started to sing \nA song that no words could recapture \nWhose beauty was fit for a king \n\nNow Maria felt blessed just to listen \nTo that cascade of notes sweet and long \nAs her offerings was lifted to heaven \nBy the very first nightingale's song
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wildflower by skylark\n\nlet her cry for she's a lady\nlet her dream for she's a child\nlet the rain fall down upon her \nshe's a free gentle flower growing wild
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Here you go :-\n\nhttp://www.happychild.org.uk/wks/english/ssm/eh/en08writing.htm
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A CHILD'S HYMN\nCharles Dickens\n\nHear my prayer, O heavenly Father,\nEre I lay me down to sleep;\nBid Thy angels, pure and holy,\nRound my bed their vigil keep.\n\nMy sins are heavy, but Thy mercy\nFar outweighs them, every one;\nDown before Thy cross I cast them,\nTrusting in Thy help alone.\n\nKeep me through this night of peril\nUnderneath its boundless shade;\nTake me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,\nWhen my pilgrimage is made.\n\nNone shall measure out Thy patience\nBy the span of human thought;\nNone shall bound the tender mercies\nWhich Thy Holy Son has bought.\n\nPardon all my past transgressions,\nGive me strength for days to come;\nGuide and guard me with Thy blessing\nTill Thy angels bid me home.