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Saturday, February 4th, 2012 by

The Face… THAT Face…

Nandito Kami (We Are Here) Adaptation Tagalog Lyrics: Kia Alvarez English Lyrics: jackryan4DA Performed by Symphony Archustra for David Archuleta during the Grand Fans Day 2012 Mayroon kaming nais iparating (We have something to tell you) Maaari bang awitin (Can we say it with a song?) Alam mo bang para sa iyo itong himig (Do you realize that this ...

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Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 by

I Hear America Singing

I Hear America Singing I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his ...

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Saturday, July 11th, 2009 by

Journaling

As I was reading David’s recent blog entry, I stopped in the middle and thought to myself, this is so amazing – I’m reading a letter from this preposterously talented, successful guy who’s out on tour traveling thousands of miles, working on two albums and spending time with his cousins, and he’s writing a letter ...

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Monday, June 29th, 2009 by

I Hate You, David Archuleta

I hate you, David Archuleta, For this affliction you’ve given me. I’d rather have swine flu or salmonella Than suffer from this ODD. I used to have a life, you see, But when I saw you on TV Flirting with some melody, I knew that was the end of me. I had no choice—your lack of guile, Your soulful voice and gleaming smile Had me ...

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The Woof of Now
Monday, April 20th, 2009 by

The Woof of Now

Golden Retrievals…………….Mark Doty Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so. Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s — oh joy — actually scared. Sniff the wind, then I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue of any thrillingly dead thing. And you? Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk, thinking of what you never ...

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