As Far As Playing, I Didn't Care Who Guarded Me - Red, Yellow, Black. I Just Didn't Want A White Guy Guarding Me, Because It's Disrespect To My Game.
We Jews Have A Special Attachment To The Book. The Study Of Page After Page In Tomes Yellowing With Age Was Obligatory.
The Pie Should Be Eaten "while It Is Yet Florescent, White Or Creamy Yellow, With The Merest Drip Of Candied Juice Along The Edges, (as If The Flavor Were So Good To Itself That Its Own Lips Watered!) Of A Mild And Modest Warmth, The Sugar Suggesting Jelly, Yet Not Jellied, The Morsels Of Apple Neither Dissolved Nor Yet In Original Substance, But Hanging As It Were In A Trance Between The Spirit And The Flesh Of Applehood...then, O Blessed Man, Favored By All The Divinities! Eat, Give Thanks, And Go Forth, 'in Apple-pie Order!'"
I Should Like The Fields Tinged With Red, The Rivers Yellow And The Trees Painted Blue. Nature Has No Imagination.
We Would Load Up The Yellow Cutlass Supreme Station Wagon And Pick Blackberries During Blackberry Season Or Spring Onions During Spring Onion Season. For Us, Food Was Part Of The Fabric Of Our Day.
How You Act, Walk, Look And Talk Is All Part Of Hip Hop Culture. And The Music Is Colorless. Hip Hop Music Is Made From Black, Brown, Yellow, Red And White.
We Pulled The Seeds Out And Scattered Them On Their Flossy Parachutes, Leaving Only The Leathery Brownish Yellow Tongue, Soft As The Inside Of An Elbow.
Grey Time-worn Marbles Hold The Pure Muses. In Their Cool Gallery, By Yellow Tiber, They Still Look Fair.
Yellow Wakes Me Up In The Morning. Yellow Gets Me On The Bike Every Day. Yellow Has Taught Me The True Meaning Of Sacrifice. Yellow Makes Me Suffer. Yellow Is The Reason I'm Here.
