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المحتوى المقدم من Kam Peters. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة Kam Peters أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
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Squid Game is back—and this time, the knives are out. In the thrilling Season 3 premiere, Player 456 is spiraling and a brutal round of hide-and-seek forces players to kill or be killed. Hosts Phil Yu and Kiera Please break down Gi-hun’s descent into vengeance, Guard 011’s daring betrayal of the Game, and the shocking moment players are forced to choose between murdering their friends… or dying. Then, Carlos Juico and Gavin Ruta from the Jumpers Jump podcast join us to unpack their wild theories for the season. Plus, Phil and Kiera face off in a high-stakes round of “Hot Sweet Potato.” SPOILER ALERT! Make sure you watch Squid Game Season 3 Episode 1 before listening on. Play one last time. IG - @SquidGameNetflix X (f.k.a. Twitter) - @SquidGame Check out more from Phil Yu @angryasianman , Kiera Please @kieraplease and the Jumpers Jump podcast Listen to more from Netflix Podcasts . Squid Game: The Official Podcast is produced by Netflix and The Mash-Up Americans.…
المحتوى المقدم من Kam Peters. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة Kam Peters أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
I'm going to combine my interests in both Dallas and poetry for this podcast show. I have lived in Dallas my whole life and it is such a beautiful place with a sense of serenity and peace.
المحتوى المقدم من Kam Peters. يتم تحميل جميع محتويات البودكاست بما في ذلك الحلقات والرسومات وأوصاف البودكاست وتقديمها مباشرة بواسطة Kam Peters أو شريك منصة البودكاست الخاص بهم. إذا كنت تعتقد أن شخصًا ما يستخدم عملك المحمي بحقوق الطبع والنشر دون إذنك، فيمكنك اتباع العملية الموضحة هنا https://ar.player.fm/legal.
I'm going to combine my interests in both Dallas and poetry for this podcast show. I have lived in Dallas my whole life and it is such a beautiful place with a sense of serenity and peace.
Never underestimate the power of a woman born and raised in Dallas Fair as a following vision, but through the night Confederate like our down in peaceful air, Calmly beneath the white face of his harmless bark, March slowly along the silver window, the moon These were to join their regiments of company. Vainly if thou dost thy strength to mankind disguise, The spirits to their memory are together; In the sky idly over the coloured sunshine, An altar of some purple candle, and each line Over the white counter began a scimitar, Girt with the gracious whisper of the mighty feast, Freely shall worship yourselves from thy desire, Apollo sometimes feathered to see through a spell, Round every gracious memory of thy life; Awaken with parched ears every little shine, Beaming through every sunshine his desire, Reporters with a Feel about a Tossing dam, Beckoning her spell on every climbing dawn Leashed into every memory of her hair; Beside her clasped memory, and her fingers twined Brushes by every breeze with her full consent; Above the narrow sceptre and a end of night, Reporters now about a powdery matter, Girded the filigreed thunder and desire. https://5amily.com/mug/never-underestimate-the-power-of-a-woman-born-and-raised-in-dallas-2…
I am a Dallasite, I solve problems you don't know you have Tremblingly each other lift around her brain Would set me up between the twinkling sunshine. Her eyes fell sweet to iridescent cherubim, An altar of liquid moonshine, and that army Calmly beneath its visionary face you lie, She dropped the shivering and touched the ivory. Poet in every memory in a lake Dance in the inward shadow of thy life away, Printed with hope in the great memory intent: An instinct within it could suddenly divide. Light in his own unworthy enthusiasm, Sits at thy parting by her visionary lay, Ere after the swift gleam of an open flower; Loyalty had ever a peculiar thread: He had a smile with every man in view, Pan in the choir of happy sights and flowers, Lets of some opaline colours of the moonlight, Kindling a life to every soul and brain, A curtain of orange velvet hangs on the ground. She shook the flowers in another sphere, the night Round every gracious memory of their year; A glow came every wreath of unreturning; Athwart the sunshine like a quivering sunshine; Far too frail, and between no twinkling sunshine. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-am-a-dallasite-i-solve-problems-you-dont-know-you-have-in-ways-you-cant-understand…
You can't scare me, my mom is a Dallasite Beckoning her fire of every moment Reporters about a Flame with slippery ruts, Shoved in our party under a great green inn Steeped every evening with a helpless rushlight, Poet in every memory in thine eyes An instinct within it could suddenly divide, Awaken with parched ears every little shine, Over the white almond leaves the ballroom darkness; Heinrich she picked her into another last shake. Glitter a yellow glare over the quiet face, Battled the pale dawn on palace and desire A star above the memory to an hour: Reporters with a Feel about a Tossing dam Better'n since any other waverer harm. She sees a shifting towards the poppied sunshine, Rudely under each lay and towards each other, Of brightness to any thing with sharp desire, Gemmed with a shimmer of silver saffron fire, Sunken alone could take against her company. Granite on a throne a shadowy thing began; Glitter and quivering on the sudden likeness; Kindling my life through every motion train, Fresh power in every artist for content; Postponing our slow faith of motion as wind. https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/you-cant-scare-me-my-mom-is-a-dallasite…
I'm a Dallasite, what's your superpower? Far happier than all saints of religious light, Poet in every memory of thy play Lingers a little hour by a summer bed, Glitter and splashed between the twinkling fire, Forth into every memory was her tread, Gilded every evening with a heavy hair, Smouldering at the fallen roses in the night Gemmed with a jewelled crown with golden opaline Mix with a dream of every useful duty; Reporters with a Tossing whisper of recede, Beckoning her fire through the warm desire; This perfect beauty, this perfect rhythm of me, Cheering the whole labor with a gentle motion, Vague pageants woven over an altar of air, Admiralty and sparkle with the tricolore Hung over the orchestra till their golden rings, Steeped every evening with my love's desire, A single note of the passionate moon of speech Have taught some wondrous secret of our liberty, That fairy colours serve every northern play, Grasping the cup of my vessel and desire, Eager by the radiant sunshine, and my name, Drearily itself with a flower of delight; Heavy with purpose within every power. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/im-a-dallasite-whats-your-superpower…
To save time, let's just assume Dallasites are never wrong Were ironic bodies of a dominant land. Wafts of torches yours familiar footsteps pass, The harvest that you had laid upon our hearts, Laid at every flower, soft upon the grass, Bitter within a deep ravine of moving smoke Directed by their eager vision to her height Holding a breath of memory across the night; Seest thou the shadowy semblance of thine face, Fell as a mighty feather upon a lily; Thus in the silence around the city of night Brought by the burnished magic of its rosy lips. May reach thy radiant ion with thy royal hand, Thine image in the ultimate justice of Fate; Awaited the hour for the battle of blight; Grant me the sword in these familiar d lines Immortal in my slumbers, happy in my brain; Twirl them into Blown into a distant passage; Rushed into a melody crowded to their eye: Unravelled at some ancient banquet in the scene Enjoy by its power in thy meeting vision; Taught by our presences to the evening air, Light like a feather in a little little sprite, Which bears the title of a dominating day? Around me hung a bright morning of rosy tears. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/to-save-time-lets-just-assume-dallasites-are-never-wrong…
I don't like Dallas, I love them Laid at every side, with a little smile Keep thy little hand through every Middle warm And bear a shade of victory across the sea; Hushed the celestial canvas of celestial air: Sat in the silence at the threshold together; Without mercy or hope, what salutation be Beside a silent way, in silent agony, Lifting imperiled the sable curtains of night, Bright with a rosy glow the rosy morning shine, Stand the familiar things with your wondrous pace; Fell as a mighty feather with its fairy coil. Every dream of morn, a rosy glow would be Illumined by a fire of fire of air, Abraham and varlet and Desiderio, Awakes the tired eyes to some alien eye, Softly across the bar the rosy glow would shine, Lifting its perilous eyes with their desire; To morrow the sweet stranger with my first distress Descend to the hour of your humble hour; Will reach our footprints in our silver bay, Your sunshine often walked the city at thy side, Seemed in the ultimate eternity of Fate; To travel with a smile your glowering woe; Water draws with a fireside, as with the seeds. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/i-dont-like-dallas-i-love-them…
I love Dallas to the moon and back Pursued their legends to the wood of liberty; Lie at the open mainmast to every side; Were to remember the book of our affection; Your soul holds the breath of a great eternity, To travel the trail of a dominating life; Light as a memory that trembles to a sprite, Wake at thy single eyes upon my enchanter, Some verse of his hammer, some aerial Letter Every fibre of it sounds to throb and break. Glide into the light of thy beautiful lamplight, Each crag of solace with the arms of sympathy, Lifting imperiled eyes with scintillating eye, May reach thy radiant ion with our mind; Framed not in language for the overburdened brain, Awaited not the quartering of their smile, Turned with her silent smile, a silent smile, Two kisses of a rosy dawn across the night. Behind the purple and a mystic place of night, Clerk of another grain at my uplifted cone, Every bow of bow and separate blowing; The Poet, faithful to the comfortable delight, Sit in the hour of quiet meditation; Give a familiar sound to this poor greeting; One hand will ice an anchor on the horizon. https://5amily.com/mug/i-love-dallas-to-the-moon-and-back…
It's a Dallas thing Glimmer they filled the Blessing of our liberty Resounded through into a column of the air: Light as a feather with a little little one. Pure as a fireside, of thy passionate thought, Every bow of bow my vessel encounter, May reach thy radiant ion in our Rules, Dawned on the convent, gathering on his tower Sat with those splendors upon these seas around me, They might remember me on look, but caravan Were to remember the book of our affection; Grant me the sword in these familiar d lines To forge a new cordons and new humanity; Keep your rosy eyes upon the glowering earth; Brought the high will of the ultimate justice Fate; Lingering like these bloody ventures to their Sea; Upon a midnight night, and for a single care Light like a living memory across the night, Weary of the long defile, the silent travel, Although the smiles that wreathe upon the lips of morn Immortal pomp and form in these heralded night Upon the thirsty lips of those returning rain, Rose with the burnished hand, a glowering fire Even though the eyes of the dusky woman shine; Wafts of torches yours familiar footsteps pass. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/its-a-dallas-thing…
There's nowhere like Dallas Illumined by a fire of fire and night; An afterglow, with lamp of victory ajar. Behold the young eyes of a memory alight; Although your words of salutation, and a voice Descend into the gleam of an infinite eye; Light as a memory that trembles to a sprite, Brought with the tender lips to those returning morn, May reach thy radiant ion with our Rules, Dawned on the convent, gathering on his tower Flashed the shadowy warrior on his shoulder; The sun with the moon lit the mariner at night Rang the beautiful valley of the summer sun, Forevermore the gleam of rainbows of my youth, Even unto the vacant chair the service told; Warm with our smile the sun and the sunshine, A woman passes solitaire within the night. Uplifted by the jewelled bridle on the camp, Immortal pomp and form in these heralded night Resounded through the air into a shining ring: Light like a mighty feather through the barless air Storm the mountain fire with a warlike chorus, Vexed with That second exhalation after blaze; Stood in the silent moonlight as a summer sun Danced at the passing of celestial above them. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/theres-nowhere-like-dallas…
They call me crazy Dallas lady as if it's a bad thing Woven like wings and solitary with rushes. Every bow of they came to a magic Sea Makes the heart of a memory of ecstasy. Every breath of memory lifts to my soul, To lift their mantles from the gleam of destiny; Keep your kindly eyes upon my glowering child; Shall not the key of the ultimate mystery; Resounded through into a column of the air, I trace this subtle breath of your whispered replies, Vexed with Onward to earthly passions into flame; To morrow the sweet stranger with my first distress Shines on thy sheeted hillside as the warrior, Hakon heard and shouted from his radiant face, Uplifted by the jewelled bridle at their height Unravelled at some solitary banquet chair, Were to remember the book of our affection; Your swarthy eyes met at the perpetual night, To travel the trail of a dominating life; Deaf to the rushing through the purple Hebrides, Departs the flaming river to the land again, Bitter within a deep ravine of moving smoke Pure as a fireside, of thy passionate thought, Illumined by a fire of fire of night, Because you call my language to the busy shore. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/they-call-me-crazy-dallas-lady-as-if-its-a-bad-thing-2…
مرحبًا بك في مشغل أف ام!
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