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      • In response to: "What was the comfort food you enjoyed most growing up?" Not the most..<BR> But I did enjoy them little "Bama Pecan pies"
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    • Out of bleach?
      • Soap box time
        Now at first this title might seem a bit strange to some
        However
        And
        As we all know...
        Strange isn't strange to me!
        I may have sat down to write a politically motivated punk lyric
        And
        As we all know
        US politics could use some bleach or X-14 to remove the mold...
        Or
        Other corrupting agents...
        But why pick on US politics
        Why not pick on the politics of
        The Drug industry
        Or
        The Religion Mobs, all of them
        Or
        Water politics
        Or
        Social media politics

        Just flip em in a tub and pour PUREX over em
        Won't cure em all
        But
        Will brighten the stains for a while
        And
        Whiten up them fake smiles

      • answered by StratPlayer on 04/21/2014
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    • Lest we forget

      • November 19, 1863


        Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

        Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

        But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

      • answered by StratPlayer on 04/16/2014
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    • Not my words, but I'm posting it anyway

      • Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave
        with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive
        And
        Well preserved body.
        Butt rather a skid in sideways,
        champagne in one hand,
        body thoroughly used up
        And
        worn out, screaming,
        WOO-HOO, what a ride!

      • answered by StratPlayer on 04/09/2014
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    • Not necessarily Out of reach
      • But
        I have to say something
        Because
        We've been abandoned
        By
        The management of Plinky
        Or
        They are hoping
        We
        Will go away
        So
        They can shut down
        And
        Go to sleep
        I'm
        Not ready for their death
        Just yet
        Kinda like my death
        Not ready
        Just yet

      • answered by StratPlayer on 04/08/2014
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    • The long arm of the dollar
      • Between the time I was born
        And
        My ninth birthday
        There
        Were two agents in play
        Which
        Sort of put the wishin n hopin problem off of the map
        #1 We lived in 8 different houses in 6 different towns/cities
            Busy, busy, busy making friends and adventures.
        #2 At that time I was one of 11 children[baby brother Dan came later]
        Two of those houses were farm houses
            Cows, chickens, pigs, horses, cats, dogs
            All of which had babies
            Really regular
            Then there was pulling weeds, collecting eggs, pig slopping
            And
            Ugh, school
            Didn't leave a lot to be desired
        But then I was nine
        I learned how to earn money doing farm work for others
        A kid with his own cash, rubles, shekels, pesos, yenom
        Is wall street's dream come true
        Of course I didn't invest
        Unless you might call
        Buying the clothes you want to wear
        Or
        Always having ice cream money,,,,,,,,,,,
        A new Columbia bicycle
        Comic books NEW
        Investing
        And
        Never looking back


      • answered by StratPlayer on 04/03/2014
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