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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:34:38 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:34:56 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:35:25 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:35:43 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:36:00 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:36:28 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:36:46 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:37:09 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:37:28 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:37:51 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:38:46 GMT -5
The United States Constitution What should the U.S. do about Iran's nuclear program? Let us know what you think!
Today's special event: On September 10, 1813, the Battle of Lake Erie was fought between U.S. and British forces. The U.S. victory ensured U.S. control of the Great Lakes during the War of 1812. See the Timeline for other notable events. The Constitution is presented in several ways on this site. This page presents the Constitution on one large HTML-enhanced page. Other pages present the Constitution as a series of individual pages, in plain text, in standard Palm DOC format, and in enhanced TealDoc format. A quick reference is also available, as are photos of the Constitution. The Constitution of China is available for comparison.
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:39:27 GMT -5
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Dont know why youd run, What youre running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So Im walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely kentucky backroad Ive loved you much too long And my loves too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up aheads another town That Ill go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold kentucky rain, In the cold kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a genral store They said yes, shes been here But their memory wasnt clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I finly got a ride With a preacher man who asked Where you bound on such a dark afternoon? As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That Id find you
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:39:44 GMT -5
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 so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield 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 cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot 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.
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:40:11 GMT -5
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 so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield 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 cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot 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.
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Post by Ima Hogg with 12 Teats on Sept 10, 2006 10:40:32 GMT -5
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 so dedicated can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield 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 cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot 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.
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