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| A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a black man. Obviously disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "Madam, what is the matter," the hostess asked. "You obviously do not see it then?" she responded. "You placed me next to a black man. I do not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant group. Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please," the hostess replied. "Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to see if another place is available." The Hostess went away and then came back a few minutes later.
"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in the economy class. I spoke to the captain and he informed me that there is also no seat in the business class. All the same, we still have one place in the first class."
Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued, "It is not usual for our company to permit someone from the economy class to sit in the first class. However, given the circumstances, the captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting."
She turned to the black man and said "Therefore, Sir, if you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits you in first class." At that moment, the other passengers who were shocked by what they had just witnessed stood up and applauded.
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| is this what you always want me for?
& the collision of your kiss that made it so hard!
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| pray for me tonight..i need it
s h o u l d I d i e again? should I die around?
the pounds of matter wailing from space?
I know I'll never know until I come face to faith
with my own cold, dead face
in my own wooden case
you are with me, with me, "lonely, alone, alone & I"
i'm - a mourning dew ... | | |
| When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.
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| Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger and I realize that empty words are not enough. I'm left here with the question of just what have I to show except the promises I never kept? I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets. I hope that I will never let you down. I know that this can be more than just flashing lights & sound. Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares. It gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have. There's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it. Rhetoric can't raise the dead. I'm sick of always talking when there's no change. I'm sick of empty words, Let's lead and not follow. | | |
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