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Kid Army | A Childhood Story
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The imagination of laurenichole89. Kid Army is about a game my brothers and I played when we were little. Over the years it has grown into a full-fledged world complete with its own twists, turns and scenery. Every character was alive in us and continues to live through these stories. I hope you love them (and hate them) as much as we did (and do.). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Send to Email Address.
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Community Involvement : Wells Fargo Advisors, www.davidsonwealthmgt.com, Chris Davis, Davidson NC, financial advisors, Lake Norman, wealth manager, Lake Norman Financial Advisors, Davidson Financial Advisors,
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Financial advisor, Christopher W. Davis, CFP, CIMA, Wells Fargo Advisors, investment planning, Davidson Wealth Management. This Web site is designed to help our clients achieve their financial goals through a long-term relationship with a trusted and knowledgeable advisor, Davidson Financial Planner. 130 Harbour Place Drive. From the Desk of Chris Davis. Philosophy, Services and Process. Financial Education and Information. We sponsor and support local community organizations. Light Up a Life. Aldersgate...
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Kene’s Birthday Poem | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. Kene’s Birthday Poem. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Candles on cakes and lots of good wishes. Bright camera flashes and warm tasty dishes. Nice birthday packages tied up with strings. These are a few of your birthday things. Classical musicals and wonderful plays. When the day ends. This entry was...
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December 2005 | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. These two unfortunately go together and were written on the dates of title…. A year and a half ago the pain began. Memorial Day made memorable. By a stroke to the sleeping. The phone calls started,. Trips to the hospital too. Over a few months the pain sparked anger. Dread of the phone calls. And n...
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Dissection | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. This is a dare! It is your own choice. You can destroy my work, but not silence my voice! I can say what I want, but that’s not my goal. It is instead to express heart and soul,. To say my emotions in words if I can,. To state my morals, and explain where I stand. It matters not if you disagree.
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My Trip to the Mall | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. My Trip to the Mall. I went to the mall to see the zoo. And I couldn’t tell who was who. I saw all the people passing by. Or are they animals? I saw the elephants in the candy shop. Chugging peanut brittle along with pop. I watched the monkeys in the toy stores. A pack of wolves came rushing through.
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Combustion | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. I’m on Fire! I’m burning, I’m burning, I’m burning for you! Cause I’m on fire! Yes God, you know it’s true. I had a little flame, nothing but a flicker. It was barely alive, I don’t see how it survived. All those years it stayed just a little flame. But then I caught on something true. You are comm...
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Feelin’ | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. I feel so down and out. I want to scream! I want to shout! I feel so way down low. But I’ll try to hide so you’ll never know. You don’t know what I’m feeling. Because I keep it all locked up. And you’ll never know. I feel so way up high. So good I’ll touch the sky. When I’m feeling good. Now you kn...
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Always | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. They are always there. Different, the same. There is always pain. There is always some spite. There is always love. Ha see what I did there? This entry was posted in [Musements] - thoughts in poetic existence. And tagged life lessons. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Click here ...
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Jig of the Morning | One Not Alone.
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Everyone has a story to tell and this is part of mine. Skip to primary content. A Few of Your Birthday Things. Jig of the Morning. The Man Who Ate Sushi. My Trip to the Mall. From the Journals of Amelia Price. Jig of the Morning. Dawn awoke on a quiet May morn. Lavender, azure, a mist draped dawn. Silence dances intimately with flowers and trees. While the star of the morning greets the wood. The flowers that slept are gently awakened. To the motion of silence preparing for song. A new figure begins, a g...
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