Sunday, April 20, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Difficult Jobs that are not in the Classifed Ads
It's just a matter of having your phone out when something cool happens, right?
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Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Monday, January 13, 2014
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Friday, December 13, 2013
Blast From the Past - Robin 1989
Kenny Chesney - Anything But Mine
Sometimes one college summer can last forever.
She taught me the pain of my selfishness and how to look beyond the weekend.
Here is hoping your life turned out your way.
Sometimes one college summer can last forever.
She taught me the pain of my selfishness and how to look beyond the weekend.
Here is hoping your life turned out your way.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Racism in Sports Movies
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Friday, November 22, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
A Prayer For Veterans, Peace At Last
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
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By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
www.Sierrahotel.net
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