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Topic of the Day: auto racing

13 May 1950: the first round of the Formula One World Championship is held at Silverstone

Boy were dead before we die

baby you dont know i suffer
but baby can you hear me more
baby you set my soul alight
in this super massive black hole

so whats it gonna take dark rocker
driving me up the wall with your dirty eyes
silly boy if you hurt me
ill kill your ego and make you cry

gonna ride the racecars
gonna dance on fire
gonna be dead before we die
supersonic overdrive
now hold on to me pretty baby if you wanna fly
i'll melt the sugar honey
on your tongue and in your eyes

now if what you say is true
your a play boy and im a silly girl

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Wallace Stevens

The Idea of Order at Key West

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.

The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew

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Love Vs. Hate

As I lie in the bed,
In the misty redness of hate, lonesome pain, and misery invaded my happy home
And turned it into a dark icky cave...
The word Hate is in my heart,
And soul but somewhere deep within in my mind was love that over ruled the power between hate itself.

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Sonnet On A Star

If I could write a sonnet
on a star
Then bottle it and
toss it to the sea
Would it travel
to the corners of the Earth,
And echo there
the love I hold for thee? If I could write a sonnet
on the moon
Then bottle it and
toss it to the winds
Would it find your heart
So you may briefly know,
Where your love ends
Is where my love begins? If I could write a sonnet
on the sun
Then bottle it and
toss it throughout time
Would someone from a distant galaxy
Find no greater love

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