Don’t ever dine with Frankenstein;
he feasts on flaming turpentine.
He chomps and chews on soles of shoes
and quaffs down quarts of oily ooze.
At suppertime he’ll slurp some slime.
He’s known to gnaw on gristly grime.
His meals of mud and crispy crud
will curl your hair and chill your blood.
His poison, pungent, putrid snacks
may cause you seizures and attacks.
Key facts:
Venue: Lord's Cricket Ground
Dates: Friday 27 July – Friday 3 August
Medal events: 4
Athletes: 128 (64 men, 64 women)
Archery dates back around 10,000 years ago when bows and arrows were first used as hunting and warfare weapons before it developed in to a competitive activity in medieval England. A tense and testing sport which requires immense reserves of skill and nerve.
Some call ali (God) Some call vali some call daata to the true GOD i cant understand what name shall i give to these round shape ??? make the real master of soul whose name makes you feel drunk these open eyes see the loved one and when eyes are open should be Hajoor some at the time of sleep some at the time of bath, remember you give a glimpse of relief, God Sartaj prays too God, we pray to you GOD, hold our ship & take to the bank God, hide my crimes GOD, hey hajoor please come God, pay visit to your prayees GOD, do the judgment in favors GOD, lessen our bad things slowly GOD, vanish the “I” from inside GOD, lift us if we fall down ever GOD, dont test our faith (belief) Hey God, groom our ‘ART’ GOD, make tongue right God, make us walk in Rythm God, win instruments over if get angry God, tune your voice with them
God, make letters to become words God, make words support us God, make song wake up God, make shayari be effective God, grow the addiction of passion God, give sip to everyone God, make everyone fall in love God, let our thoughts fly God, take us to the world of stars God, make us dance like Sufis (Sants) God, we are sitting excited God, teach us the Style little bit God, sing along with me God, dont let Sartaj’s fame down God, give your hand to the ones misguided God, throw the light too God, dont leave apart in the darkness God, relieve the weight of life God, make all worries fly in the air God, wash all stains too God, make dry our wet eyes God, fragrant our roses of heart God, teach us the lesson of love only God, make all Holy souls meet God, make us understand like kids God, force us not to fall in bad activities God, mingle the pure into impure God, rub the iron with Paras God, give the value of our Hardwork too
God, dont let us to be sold in the Bad’s market God, see dont delay now God, bless sitting at your doors God, pour down the rain of relief God, fill the pots of intelleigecne God, make the dome of proud fall down God, bring thoughts from the sky God, call us by calling yourself God, let us sit near you God, color us in the color of yours God, i remember you each moment God, make our lips rut like Parrot God, lit the candle of Soul too God, touch the almighty chord
Today’s programmers give instructions to computers in what are called high level languages. These languages use words the programmer can understand. The computer changes these words into the binary machine language it can use.
I'M STILL HARD AT WORK setting up the unnecessary website. I thought it would be an adventure. It is! More on that another day. Meanwhile ...
100 THOUSAND POETS OF THE WORLD (100 Thousand Poets for Change) - This puts me in mind of Sam Hamill's Poets Against War, when hundreds of poets marched and read outside the White House.
