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That first three notes of the oboe
History in most unlikely place
Monday morning : pray
Mindy knows
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The day my home-searching began 21 years (+~9month...
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It's ill to loose the bands that God decreed to bind;
Still will we be the children of the heather and the wind;
Far away from home, O it's still for you and me
That the broom is blowing bonnie in the north countrie.
Robert Loius Stevenson
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Happy birthday, because there is a home.
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The day my home-searching began 21 years (+~9months) ago
Posted on
Saturday, September 8, 2012
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