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We sat down for dinner just like any other night,
this is when our family talked to help keep us tight.
43 lines, 63 comments,
on Oct 18 12:57 PM 2005. In Society, Humor
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Guilty only of what others have said,
not afraid of dying, we're already dead.
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I am proud to be an American
a member of the greatest nation
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Tomorrow never came, I had lived my last day,
there were so many things I wanted to say.
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Yesterday I am born,
tomorrow I'm broken.
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True brilliance is illusive
to the eyes of a frantic society
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His fiery inferno is blazing miles below,
yet he resides within our human race.
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Confined by the walls of a dim lit cell,
killing time in my own living hell.
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on Aug 5 7:26 PM 2006. In Sad, Hope
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The morning sun cast stretching shadows
of structures towering so high above.
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I wander through life so aimlessly,
not sure who it is I'm supposed to be.
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I memory of Tara Nicole Baker
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on Nov 11 8:42 AM 2006. In Spiritual, Hope
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Morning fog refracts the sun,
creating ghost like silhouettes.
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The harbor will slowly decay your being. The is where life is found.
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One flew east, one flew west, / one flew high above the rest. / Each bird seeks its own destiny, / but rarely will one truly see. / With no
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Jamaica's tropical jerky, / it;s flavor can't be beat. / The secret's in the jerk, / and the way we rub the meat. /
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Amphibious in nature,
prefer sea over land.
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I woke to sounds of a carousel
as others have made their way.
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Fallen warriors of Mojave,
avengers of both time and death.
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Failure is the cornerstone
on which success is built.
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The salt of the earth
and scent in the wind.
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The confidence to abandon
perception of security
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One week prior fighting to survive.
Temultuous tour of duty
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If I were president just for one day,
I'd give back the rights that have been taken away.
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Individually slowly blankets barron ground,
the fireplace comforts with its warm crackling sound.
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A chameleon of society,
yet a stranger to myself.
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There once was a man from East Tennessee
who sold jars of potion for a small fee.
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Imagine a breed without expectations,
no rules, no standards, no regulations.
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This is a fictional story that as a nation we can only hope it may one day become reality.
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Standing strong in the face
of nature's cruelest wrath.
harmed by some enemy
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Jasmine Ballard was a special girl born in the hills of East Tennessee. She was the youngest of six and the only girl of a close knit blue
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