Robert Smith (Cumberland cricketer)
Robert Smith (born February 1, 1982) was an English cricketer. He was a left-handed batsman who played for Cumberland.
Smith made a single List A appearance for the team, in the Cheltenham & Gloucester Trophy in August 2001. He scored 3 runs in his innings, as opponents Warwickshire CB won by a narrow margin, thanks mostly to a century from Jim Troughton.
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Robert Smith (defensive end)
Robert Benjamin Smith (born December 3, 1962) is a former American football defensive end who played in the National Football League (NFL) for the Minnesota Vikings during the 1985 NFL season. Born in Bogalusa, Louisiana, he attended Grambling State University and signed to play for the Arizona Wranglers in the United States Football League. However, before he had a chance to play in the USFL, he was drafted by the Vikings in the second round (40th overall) of the 1984 NFL Supplemental Draft. He played in all 16 games for the Vikings in 1985, though never as a starter.
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Bob Smith (Australian footballer, born 1877)
Robert Tait 'Bob' Smith (23 November 1877 – 25 February 1939) was an Australian rules footballer who played with Fitzroy in the Victorian Football League.
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Wakeup Call
Wakeup Call was a morning radio program produced in New York City by the WBAI station of the Pacifica Radio Network. Until its cancellation in August 2013, its final hosts were Esther Armah Monday to Thursday and Felipe Luciano on Fridays.
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by End
Wakeup Call
by: EndI live inside of my head,
I never get out of bed,
I am plaid in a sea of white,
and I never sleep at night.
Life is, not a test,
life is, a pointless quest
it will end, sometime soon,
but it is, not a boon.
They filled me,
with their social b.s.,
now I feel,
less and less.
Popularity,
biggest curse,
there is,
nothing worse.
Fitting in,
is only good,
when it's a sin,
and not a should.
III want to live,
but I can not,
I'm alone,
trapped,
inside,
the wall.
I want to kill,
with my bare hands,
but no one ever,
understands
I love nothing,
but myself,
all of you,
can love yourself.
it's all full,
of national shit,
since we're made,
from a mail-order kit.
They can't,
understand,
why they're losing,
all their sand.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.
There is no past where bullshit lasts.