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By frank armstrong

clouded skys ,rain drops to the the ground. the earths thurst is a quenching rain.... man is exspanding atmostpheric doemain stretching the ozone that so rounds the eturnal life of a living place of anceint dreams...as epideural protection, weakening the sheild bent lite in reflect...the trees of the years made in dedication removed by a glance and a hand from a thought for not....trees condence the atmosphere a theremal exchange of earth to air...in the space for inbetween love of is love for now let your love be seen. in all of time it is all of now note whorthy thoughts from a the voices of ago. as yesterdays slip through a loop of today under cover nature speaks as above is below all things from grace earths ballance a narrow path made wide. a sword a blindfold a equal as a woman waits the guardian of all time. in words not spoke a picture shows whats to happen as its set to stone the science we develope,is going to be found the lord of above is the lord of all around more laws will be less,ledgitimete the founders intent lawmakers false pretence man stands the place where god can deliver...experiance of time isnt in the shadow... its the light of all time,the answers we seek are in the minds of all people, in like of all things in like one of another three things it take so three things well bring hopes faith is knowlegde as only a careing mind will have the eyes that see. as a hearths mind will have the ears there is no danger that a fear will escape in the challange of disorder arangments will be made caculate early and heavens got no gate,for tiered eyes and wiery hearts this time was known and more in as much as we are here now..we are here evermore we live in the everlast, thats first and now you know,no one to be discounted . the lady holds the shadow. if man turns his back her sword will open his eyes and not from conempt for sorrow she full knows.. in times of before pain for life she knows. in the life of the giving her duty she is bound. the choices man make may they think of her divine there is much time more than is needed and in intrest youll find, simple are these trouble profits in the ballaince growth in hearts equity. try truthful diligents all things have been place just for the right of a hearts placed mind. let not your fear for it is truthfully a lie a gift is the heaven found from a god givin mind like like like ,whats more youll not find, love has been waiting with you space in mind is time path tells justice -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now that's room service! Choose from over 150,000 hotels in 45,000 destinations on Yahoo! Travel to find your fit.");

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