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STS-107
127 posted on
02/01/2003 4:30:27 PM PST by
zeaal
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"...Sometimes when we reach for the stars we fall short....we must pick ourselves up again and press on..."
128 posted on
02/01/2003 4:30:59 PM PST by
rs79bm
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Seven angels
Lord we come to you with heavy hearts this day as patriots from this planet come your way.
It is with faith in you and loving hearts we ask that you open your gates to heaven this day and accept these angels that are coming your way.
They worked hard Oh Lord for all mankind to ease the pain of a world so blind.
Lord bless and keep these seven angels close to your heart as they have given their all with Unwaivering dedication to duty and country selflessly they worked in the face of danger.
Bless you lord and Praise your name without these angels this world will not be the same but we know through your unwaivering love that these Seven Angels coming your way will be in your blessed arms this very same day.
Amen
John G.
129 posted on
02/01/2003 4:31:26 PM PST by
ATOMIC_PUNK
(The Fellowship of Conservatives)
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+ + + + + + +
To: Old Professer; Mo1; steveegg; justshe; Pete-R-Bilt; lodwick
133 posted on
02/01/2003 4:33:48 PM PST by
glock rocks
(God bless America)
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It's hard to find silence around here.
135 posted on
02/01/2003 4:36:35 PM PST by
RedWing9
(We will vie for Lord Stanley... again!)
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alas
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High Flightby John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds...and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of...wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.
And while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space...
...put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
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2/1/3
141 posted on
02/01/2003 4:41:59 PM PST by
tutstar
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142 posted on
02/01/2003 4:43:32 PM PST by
Maedhros
(mpaa sux0r)
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Suddenly, from behind the rim of the moon, in long, slow-motion moments of immense majesty, there emerges a sparkling blue and white jewel, a light, delicate sky-blue sphere laced with slowly swirling veils of white, rising gradually like a small pearl in a thick sea of black mystery. It takes more than a moment to fully realize this is Earth . . . home.
Edgar Mitchell, USA
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Ten-hut.
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151 posted on
02/01/2003 4:50:45 PM PST by
clintonh8r
(It's better to be feared than to be respected.)
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Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
Robert Browning
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161 posted on
02/01/2003 5:01:22 PM PST by
null and void
(sic transit gloria mundi)
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:(
162 posted on
02/01/2003 5:02:43 PM PST by
MonroeDNA
(What's the frequency, Kenneth?)
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163 posted on
02/01/2003 5:04:00 PM PST by
amused
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