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المنتدى الأكاديمي للمعلمين ملتقى مهني أكاديمي متخصص للأساتذة الأفاضل في جميع المواد التعليمية (تربية وتعليم & أزهر) |
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تيجي نشوف حبة قصائد لذيذة من الطالبة أميرة (هتلر 2006)
شوية قصايد انجليزي مفيش أحلى من كده نقلت شوية قصايد بالانجليزي عجبتني من شوية مواقع يا رب تعجبكم My friend When I am hurt I tell you my pain When I am lost You are there to show me the way When times seem to get rough You some how seem to show up We might not get along but we try the best we can But no matter what we always seem to get throw the bad times I hope we remain friends Even when the road starts to end Lets stay friends like we were from the start And I mean every word from the heart ------------------------- ************************************************** ********************************** Choices Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..? I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices I can't ever make up my mind I always feel myself in a bind At times I think I know what I want Then I realize my life is not written in that font I go to someone and ask for advice It seems every time it comes with some sort of price The people I ask are the people that care The rest of them aren't even aware Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed Some people think they understand Where I am coming from its in my own hand While all these choices are floating around I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground The choices are so great, the choices are so far I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par. Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..? I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices I can't ever make up my mind I always feel myself in a bind At times I think I know what I want Then I realize my life is not written in that font I go to someone and ask for advice It seems every time it comes with some sort of price The people I ask are the people that care The rest of them aren't even aware Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed Some people think they understand Where I am coming from its in my own hand While all these choices are floating around I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground The choices are so great, the choices are so far I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par. Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . .. . .. . .. . ..? -------------- ************************************************** ********************************** ودي بقى افضل قصيدة لعام 2005 كتبها طفل افريقي When I Born, I Black When I grow up, I Black When I go in sun, I Black When I sick, I Black, and When I die, I still Black And U White fella, When u born, u pink When u grow up, u white When u go in sun, u red When u cold, u blue When u Scared, u yellow When u sick, u green, and When u die, u gray And--------- ----- You calling me coloured
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