The Secret Island Had Looked Mysterious Enough On The Night They Had Seen It Before - But Now, Swimming In The Hot June Haze, It Seemed More Enchanting Than Ever. As They Drew Near To It, And Saw The Willow Trees That Bent Over The Water-edge And Heard The Sharp Call Of Moorhens That Scuttled Off, The Children Gazed In Delight. Nothing But Trees And Birds And Little Wild Animals. Oh, What A Secret Island, All For Their Very Own, To Live On And Play On.
I Don't Play By Those Rules; I'm My Own Worst Enemy Sometimes. There's Something In Me That Has To Go Against The Grain. You Know, I Don't Like To Be A Dead Fish, Swimming With All The Other Dead Fish, I Like To Go Upstream Sometimes, Against The Flow.
Well First Of All, I'd Just Like To Say That 2005 Was A Great Year, If You Like Swimming Through Crap.
Let Me Pose You A Question. Can Farm-raised Salmon Be Organic When Its Feed Has Nothing To Do With Its Natural Diet, Even If The Feed Itself Is Supposedly Organic, And The Fish Themselves Are Packed Tightly In Pens, Swimming In Their Own Filth?
Heaven Is Not Like Flying Or Swimming, But Has Something To Do With Blackness And A Strong Glare.
I Did Not Know At The Time, But What I Did At That Swimming Pool [on The East Side Of Wilmington] Paved The Way For Barack Obama.
I Worked At An All-black Swimming Pool In The East Side Of Wilmington, I Was Involved In What The Negroes, I Mean, Blacks Were Thinking, What They Were Feeling.
When I Was Younger, There Was A Sort Of Stigma Attached To My Stamina. My Dad Took Me Swimming One Day And I Just Was No Good At It, So My Dad Said, 'your Stamina's Bad.
I Remember One Day Sitting At The Pool And Suddenly The Tears Were Streaming Down My Cheeks. Why Was I So Unhappy? I Had Success. I Had Security. But It Wasn't Enough. I Was Exploding Inside.
