You ROCK! Thanks for being a friend and for all your hard work. Hope to see you at the 3nd annual Utica Music and Arts Fest. Over 250 performers in over 20 venues for 3 DAYS! Including the Utica Tattoo Fest and the Utica Greens Fest!
First 50 performers to submit and get accepted will receive special VIP passes to next year’s event! Visit our site for more info and performer submissions. Have a great day!
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Hope to see you in September!
On June 8, 1967, a date which will live in infamy, a United States ship, the USS Liberty, was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the State of Israel. Thirty-four American sailors died and 174 were wounded. There was no retaliation, no honest investigation, and no assistance from American forces. Israel got away with cold blooded murder.
On September 11, 2001, planes struck the two WTC towers, and shortly thereafter both towers fell. But did you know that a third large building also collapsed on September 11 at 5:20 in the afternoon and that this building, WTC 7, wasn't even hit by a plane? What could have caused such an unusual collapse, which had all the characteristics of a controlled demolition? Again, there has been no honest investigation.
If the Israelis got away with deliberately slaughtering innocent Americans on the USS Liberty, then what's to stop them from doing it again? What other terrorist crimes against humanity might they also have gotten away scot-free with? Click to learn more.
Thanks so very much for your friendship! Love, seek, and speak the truth!
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Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
HAPPY SEPTEMBER! Did you ever wonder why animals lives are shorter than human lives? Well, here's an answer one little boy came up with when his doggie died: ___________________________________________________________________ "People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life; like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right? Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long!" ___________________________________________________________________ THINK ABOUT IT . . . when loved ones come home, always run to greet them * never pass up an opportunity to go for a joyride * allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstacy * take naps * stretch before rising * run, romp, and play daily * thrive on attention and let people touch you * avoid biting when a simple growl will do * on warm days, stop to lie on your back in the grass * on hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shade tree * when you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body * delight in the simple joy of a long walk * be loyal * never pretend to be something you're not * if what you want lies buried, dig until you find it * when someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently ____________________________________________________________________ GOOD ADVICE, I THINK.
"Each Friend represents a World in us, a World possibly not born until they arrive and it is only by this meeting that a new World is born." - Anais Nin
Sending Angels to watch over you. Love and Light, Stephie x
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Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
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