Free Republic 4th Qtr 2024 Fundraising Target: $81,000 | Receipts & Pledges to-date: $6,199 | |||
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Woo hoo!! And our first 7% is in!! Thank you all very much!! God bless. |
Posted on 01/19/2007 6:01:28 AM PST by Mo1
Thanks for replying
she sent me an email (from down stairs) saying "I made some stuff with the morph thingy! But I can't save them and it's expired" and if I can help her find something to make cartoon flashes
I sent her an email back asking what a morph thingy was
I guess I'll have to go down stairs and see what she's trying to tell me *L*
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Oh my! That Kiva is gorgeous!!! I may have to change my plans...or add another fireplace. ;*)
DON'T FENCE ME IN
(Cole Porter)
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies, Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love, Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please, Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in, no
Pop, oh don't you fence me in
You making me an offer? Because I am upside down with the mortgage.
They really warm a room up....
That has a mortgage?
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What can I tell you? It turns pretty decent cash flow from around back (not pictured) but always the expenses...
Oregon Bump.
Jim, King Vanity asked me to Thank You for the gift he recieved via snail mail.
I'd like to talk to whoever gave you a mortgage on it in the first place. ;-)
Thank you, Mo1!
Howdy everyone!
Woo hoo!!
We have incoming:
$20 from Oregon
$20 from Michigan
$20 from Ohio
$20 from West Virginia
$10 from Never Never Land
$100 from Georgia
$50 from Ohio
$10 monthly from Virginia
$100 from New Jersey
$10 from Pennsylvania
$20 from New Mexico
$20 from Virginia
$10 from North Carolina
$50 from Utah
$10 from Never Never Land
$50 from New York
$25 from Maryland
$20 from New Mexico
$20 from Never Never Land
$100 from Michigan
$20 from Washington
$20 monthly from Kansas
$10 from Never Never Land
$20 from Never Never Land
$50 from New Jersey
$100 from California
Thank you all very much!!
Less than $5k to go...
Woo hoo!!
We have a new Monthly!
Please welcome debbieargel to the Monthly Donor list!
Thank you, Debbie!!
Thank you all very much!!
Well, thank you both very much!!
Thank you very much, Ernest_at_the_Beach!!
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IT'S NOT TOO LATE
He was a gentle man who stood with pride,
His body was ebbing like the outgoing tide.
His walk was slow, for age took its toll,
To live but one season was his goal.
Passing two lads in the park,
He noticed something, though almost dark.
There was a cloth on the ground,
A cloth that the boys had recently found.
With cold gray eyes he looked their way,
Then tears fell as be bowed to pray.
God, give me strength, show me what to do,
To teach them respect for the red, white and blue.
Mister, why are you crying, what did we do?
It's just an old rag that's red, white and blue.
That cloth you call just an old rag,
Is Old Glory, our nation's flag.
There's 13 stripes and 50 stars,
Blood was shed for those bars.
Each star represents one great state,
Pick up the flag, it's not too late.
But mister, why are you angry, oh what did we do?
It's still just a rag that's red, white and blue.
He bent is head and closed his eyes,
Then looked at the boys and said with a sigh,
This is your flag, a sight to behold,
A symbol of freedom worth more than gold.
Our freedom to speak and think as we choose,
For this our ancestors paid their dues.
They fought in wars, and gave their lives,
Fever took their children and their wives.
These were your families as well as mine,
We put their honor on the line.
So our flag can fly for all to see,
Symbolizing freedom for you and me.
Mister, we're so sorry, what can we do?
We'll brush off the dirt from the red, white and blue.
And put up a pole here in the park,
Fly her with pride from morn' til dark.
The three stood still and silence was strong,
The boys knew now why they were wrong.
As they gazed upon that tattered flag,
Their hearts told them this was no rag.
Though dirty and torn, she flew that day,
"That's our flag," he heard them say.
Poem written by Pat Odiorne, Brandon, Florida.
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