The man who can't be moved in the style of The Script

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Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do
How can I move on when I've been in love with you

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Policeman says son you can't stay here
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
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And you see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl, oh whoa
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we meet
Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street

So I'm not moving
('Cause if one day you wake up, find that you're missing me)
I'm not moving
(And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be)
I'm not moving
(Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet)
I'm not moving
(Oh, you see me waiting for you on a corner of the street)

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

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A Fun Poetry for you. by My Poems and Songs

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it's fun to laugh outloud and giggle
it's fun to toss and turn and wiggle
it's fun to pull your sisters hair
it's fun when you know Mom's not there

it's fun to curl your toes and walk
it's fun to write with sidewalk chaulk
it's fun to make a crazy sound
it's fun to roll around the ground
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it's fun to scrunch your nose and eyes
it's fun to win the only prize
it's fun to visit disneyland
it's fun to build things in the sand

it's fun to aggrevate the boys
it's fun to make the loudest noise
it's fun to walk with shoes un-tied
it's fun to sneek around and hide

it's fun to pretend that you shave
it's fun to sometimes mis-behave
it's fun to watch cartoons at home
it's fun to finally end this poem

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A poem for a Weeding! Edited by My Poems and Songs

Weeding by Charles Baghfin

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As busy Aurelia, 'twixt work and 'twixt play,

Was labouring industriously hard

To cull the vile weeds from the flowerets away,

Which grew in her father's court-yard;

In her juvenile anger, wherever she found,

She plucked, and she pulled, and she tore;

The poor passive sufferers bestrewed all the ground;

Not a weed of them all she forbore.

At length 'twas her chance on some nettles to light

(Things, till then, she had scarcely heard named);

The vulgar intruders called forth all her spite;

In a transport of rage she exclaimed,

'Shall briars so unsightly and worthless as those

Their great sprawling leaves thus presume

To mix with the pink, the jonquil, and the rose,

And take up a flower's sweet room?'

On the odious offenders enragëd she flew;

But she presently found to her cost

A tingling unlooked for, a pain that was new,

And rage was in agony lost.

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To her father she hastily fled for relief,

And told him her pain and her smart;

With kindly caresses he soothëd her grief,

Then smiling he took the weed's part.

'The world, my Aurelia, this garden of ours

Resembles: too apt we're to deem

In the world's larger garden ourselves as the flowers,

And the poor but as weeds to esteem.

'But them if we rate, or with rudeness repel,

Though some will be passive enough,

From others who 're more independent 'tis well

If we meet not a stinging rebuff.'

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A Girl by Ezra Pound

The tree has entered my hands,

The sap has ascended my arms,

The tree has grown in my breast-

Downward,

The branches grow out of me, like arms

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Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

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I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine