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My first precious new born. Today marks your 21 year old. How times flies when it does not seem to be that long ago. With pleasure, I welcomed you into my life. With leisure, you have me a healthy and happy mind. I remembered, with hard work around the clock, The nurses, medical professions and the doctors With their delicate and...

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Today I’m grateful for knowing that we are all sisters and brothers and that the key to making the world our Creators envisioned is by caring for one another. ...

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Extended Cultural Reaches -------------------------------------------- entry themes and walk on music------------------ ----------------------------------------- They set the standards high expecting alot from the guys who were selected to represent the covent title. >064 Zinc plates Gold plated beauty and magnificence they kicked the ball around awhile talking often bragging It was clear a couple of the guys were agitated or intimidated it was hard to tell a level of competition was elevated by what was...

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ABOUT A LETTER I was cleaning and re-arranging my Precious book-shelves, A lot came down, a lot went back after dusting Off, much of such Dust, but one blue heavy book caught my attention, I am not of those who often delves, But this one tickled my fancy, maybe a connection, I noticed something, I should have before, that was so Visible, between...

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Speaking quite frankly, I must say, The burden of time grows heavier each day. Reason stares cruelly, but I can only view blankly. Growing angrier, shortsighted, and cranky. In the past three hundred and sixty-five days, Each moment seems to bestow the weight that stays. Tasks pile up, deadlines loom, Tick-tock of the clock as impending doom. Days turn to weeks, weeks turn...

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Once upon a time It just got cold and windy. Now we have felt temperatures Wind chills Bombogenesis. Snow days used to be fun. NO SCHOOL…..YIPPEE!!! We would ZOOM down the hills On whatever would slide Sleds, plastic “spinny” things, Occasionally socks Would replace wet mittens Plastic bags would go over shoes To allow easy entry to galoshes. ((Mom’s were magicians back then)) Snowballs were legal. Snowmen were called….SNOWMEN. Snow angels...

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Grandpa was a Bowie. A tight-lipped protestant Ulsterman who drifted into the Poblacht na hÉireann in search of a cure for his cold heart. His thin lips wed a soft Catholic girl. He joined the Garda Síochána settling down to breed Kerry Blue’s. After he retired, he still wore his uniform, his neck as stiff as ever. Grandma wrote letters to the Pope begging...

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On Tue, Aug 30, 2022, 2:13 PM james horn wrote: remember my Lord who i always have adored body nailed to board always can afford to pay for love of the Lord worship in a horde following drinking gord my ship with Lord in is moored request for him out poured without any doubt have heard what Lord is about we will twist and shout trouble in...

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From the eyes of a child Like the rise of the Nile Are brown rivers of soul and bold green chemistry. Disobedient despite being scold Never believing they'll get old Creating cliques of tribal frenemy New shoes Nikes or Tims painted white worthy of slim boy girl fight Running on black street growing ice cold Fearless as the bullets fall Silver gun tossed or lost Like...

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The people who you call family, Are only people who you are related too. There opposed to be the ones you can trust When someone hurts you. But they might be the ones Who hurt you instead. And can't trust. They might back stab you In the back And Leave you broken. They might be the ones who abused you Leaving you bleeding. While...

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Dead bodies are buried beneath the fallen leaves But fallen leaves never cover the national grieves...

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While fighting for their beloved country, unfortunately, many INNOCENT SUNS will have been wounded or killed in the battle field, However, the wounds of their hearts as well as the wounded hearts of the parents who will have lost their SUNS will never be completely healed...

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If some leaders sit and talk with their palms facing upwards, others with their palms on the peace table, Which ones do you think, at the very beginning, are the losers? Well, I can hear everyone say, “Of course, the leaders with their palms upwards! NOOOOOOOOO, NEVER! Not any of those leaders; The real owners, and leaders of...

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The sun of peace is believed to be in the palms of the so-called deeply patriotic politicians or noble warriors of an army, thinking so is a sort of mania as the cruelty of a war is so cold and freezing that many SUNS dies from hypothermia...

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For the sake of keeping the peace, would it be wise to use the army? Let me know how many times did the USA bring, with a war, a country the real democracy To me, it seems like a sort of hypocrisy...

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