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Woke to this surprise. As Mr. Jones always occupied our homes, he is family and we carry him deeply in our hearts. Prayers to you all and the musical family with whom he worked For our social community we feel his presence and to his biological family thank you for sharing your father and husband with us. We can only imagine as he gave to us he poured into you and that the many lessons will bloom for you. May the present gap you feel be filled with precious memories and worldwide love.
sy
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I'll write that again. Did you vote yet??? We voted the day we received our mail in ballots!!!!!!!!!
Did you vote yet? We voted the day we received our mail in ballots and mailed them back. Now we are triple checking their receipt.
syYou are able to read through the plans and how they apply to each state and personal finances and livelihood. Click on the links.
Sam tinkered his fingers in the air as if manipulating delicate pieces of a special mechanism. With each piece being considered as valuable as the other, he vowed that only a few minutes allotted the necessary time to determine the correct configuration. The wheels in his mind spawn as the pins and bolts turned. It amazed him how designing such a small object occupied a gigantic portion of the brain. This is no ordinary gadget; this gadget contained a roadmap to the plan of life. A plan that once designed had to be followed. Cautiously, he blinked his eyes. Not even the slightest millimeter of error is allowed. Such a mistake could cost the world everything..... everything (he mumbled to himself).
ok....here we go. The crisscross pattern of the 2X4 squares combined to form a pattern that would take me to several different places. Hidden in the middle was more than a 2 person seater plants separating those on each side. The seater provided me the opportunity to look up and intel that the soil in which it grew would lead the plant to become the center of what to the average person a mere entrance way. Inside was a world, one that anyone could take. Combining the treasure stored within led me on a path that even I could not imagine. From what some surmised as the beginning of the world to its inevitable end: it symbolized the journey that leads to a strong person with a persona that illuminates the path of many. As I exited, my ears traveled from the bottom of the building to the scaling plants traveling to the top of the edifice. It then dawned on me that something hidden under ground will eventually rise, call attention, and bring life to all around. Surrounded by all of this splendor , I realized that all the leaves, branches, and stems angled the towards me. Was it only design or symbolic of the person I am destined to become. 20 years later i found out, yes it was me.
(trust this is what you wanted us to do. it was fun ) sy IP LPI
Over the last two years, many people from various walks of life have well earned their walk and page in records of the World. Each come from various careers, lifestyles, religions, and influence and leave their marks upon us.
I am looking forward to writing several posts of a ton of individuals who I know and am learning about.
I wait to share them with you while these words may reach them.
sysmith
A cool breeze came through my open window. The room had me exhausted. It was hot and stuff. I couldn’t find anything to do, since my last assignment. I had been told to stay inside for a while, because my employer and his partner thought my job would wear me out. I said I loved it; my occupation was to kill. Last night I received a call from Mr. Hacque, my employer. He told me my next assignment would last for months and years to come. I asked him what it was, and he said, “to Kill Dr. Watn.” Dr. Watn is and was the most famous doctor in the world. He discovered a cure for cancer, a single shot in the neck, feet, and waist: Goomise gloomis, cured by boiling mushrooms telling the patients to eat the mushrooms to clean their systems out: an Ausulon, a disease to the bowls, cured by bathing in baby oil and warm water. I couldn’t kill him. Dr. Watn had a seminar to attend two weeks from now and I plan to kill him thn. It might not be easy so I should start my planning and operation in hand. First, I decided to learn a floor plan of the Hall he is to attend; I think it’s Dempsy. Second, I had to buy the kind of gun that after it’s fired once it will self-destruct: I could get one easily by my personal dealer, Mr. Kp Mackenzie. Kip’s about five feet five inches tall, brown hair, blue eyes, medium build, and for the last touch a housewarming smile. He is always happy and delighted to do business. I called him up and he told me he would have it ready whenever I wanted to come and retrieve it, but I had to call first. One and one-half weeks had passed; it was time for me to retrieve my order for the gun. I called Kip. He told me I could pick it up when I was ready. I was-that very same day. Today was the day Dr. Watn planned to speak on personal hygiene and disease. The Hall was supposed to be full. What a sight to see, Dr. Watn falling down spilling with blood, and no one would know what happened, not Kip, Mr. Abacque, and I. His opening words were, “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” then I let him have it. You should have seen his face. He grabbed his chest in agone and then there was this ear-splitting explosion; it was the gun. I left the building confident as could be. Little did I know someone was following me. I figured I was considered a loose end, because of the way I purchased the gun, I guess. I heard this nap behind me; I turned around. This man, about thirty-five years of age, medium height, medium weight, black hair, and brown eyes said, “I’ve had my eyes on you. I was hired to watch you.” “Wdo you have to watch me?” I asked. “You are a very loose end. After Dr Watn was shot, you left right away and didn’t even show any interest in what had happened. Don’t you know that he, the doorman, was watching you and the rapidity with which you left.” “He could have thought I was going for help,” I replied. “He was in too much of a shock.” “No!” he replied. “Now I must perform my job,” he reiterated. He laughed and laughed as he shoved me into a back alley. A rat ran across the way, and I screamed. He laughed and called me a little sissy. I punched him in the mouth and that was my last straw. I heard his gun sap. He pointed it to the back of my head. “Now say your prayers, preppy,” he grunted. I told him I do what I want. He pulled the pistol and I fell down, crying. I knew what it felt like dying and don’t know who shot you. So, with the little strength I had left, I wrote a confession and prayed that they found it and put my employer in jail. 198
