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Jan 13, 2006? 

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Animal awareness series endorsed by Shiloh and Hank our mascots; all stories must receive their approval.

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? Our Pokey: Story Dedicated To Bill Walker

Sharon Bryant

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This story by? Bill Walker ( A Friend??™s house is Quiet To night) brought back so much for me tonight.

Oddly, I got it tonight, after I returned home from hiking off to Georgia yesterday morning and having to put our two little fur balls in the kennel.

Bob didn't want to stay, and he gave me a look that I couldn't forget on our ride north.?  Ladybug on the other hand went willingly into the kennel.

I didn't sleep well in the motel last night, all I could see was Bob's face as he gave me that look like, "Mom, let me go with you."

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Our Pokey died two years ago and I too had a house that was too quiet that night on October 31, 2003.?  Cancer had invaded her little beautiful body and her eyes told me she wasn't herself.?  Visits to the vet, a diet, a lot of TLC, and yet, her little body couldn't fight off the disease.

Only those who love dogs knows that feeling when your little best friend, your protector, your fur ball you'd do anything for, leaves for Rainbow Bridge.?  It knocks the sails out of us.

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I'm back home tonight.?  I didn't want to stay in Georgia another night.?  I didn't want to leave my dogs alone another night.?  And though my son's fianc?© works at the Vet's, and my dogs know her very well, I called her today from Georgia and asked if she'd bring Ladybug and Bob home and put them in their yard until I got there.?  I then called my neighbor, the elderly man I feed and told him we were coming home, would he go to our house and check on Bob and Ladybug for us.

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When our headlights pulled up in the yard, both dogs were waiting at the gate.?  I had a hat on, something Ladybug and Bob never see me wear so they didn't recognize me in the dark.?  Ladybug began growling though she saw my husband.?  Bob just stared at me.?  I stood there, waiting to see how long before they would pick up my scent and know it's MOM!

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It was two excited happy fur balls when I said, "Hey guys, don't you know me!"?  They both began barking and jumping all over the place.?  This morning I stopped at a shop in Ga. called "Paws and Claws" and bought some treats for them.?  I had to laugh because they both could smell it through the bag.

As I write this, both are lying at my feet in the computer room, making sure I don't hike off anywhere.

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Some may say, "Oh, that's silly to be that way over a dog."?  Some may understand and know how much these little fur balls can become to mean to us in our lives.?  We love dogs.

We love the? endless love they give.?  The devotion,?  the protection,?  the friendship.

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Though our little Pokey is waiting at Rainbow Bridge for us, I know when I pass that thin line between both worlds, I have three treasures waiting for me.

A little boy who is with his dog, Kernel, who died 11 months after he did, and another little fur ball who had to leave at eleven years old two years ago.

I know we will be reunited again one day.

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Sharon Bryant

1946 @bellsouth.net

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About Me:

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I am Sharon Bryant,? 59 years old and reside in Alabama. I lost my child in 1977 when he was five and I write articles on bereavement often. I am a chocolate/candy maker and also a wood crafter and knitter. I am married to a wonderful man, and have two remaining children, a daughter 26,
Amy, and a second son, Randy, age 24.

My main goal in life is to help those who
have lost a child. My website is: www.angelsremembered.tk

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Today's Queue Stories
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Nature

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

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Nature, the life of things.?  It is the fall of the year once again.?  Cooling off from a hot summer. There is a light mist of rain, leaves falling from the trees. Soon the trees will be stripped of all the leaves. The ground will be covered with the leaves of summer.

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When one looks at the four seasons of the year, it is much like our lives.

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Each season has a reason, with out one the others could not make it. Stop and think on that for a few minutes.?  Each season gives something that is needed.

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The dead of winter. Cold bad rotten weather. Cold freezing days and nights. Snows and ice up knee high. Just makes one wish for good old summer time. Well winter is a need.?  If it wasn't for the long cold freezing days and nights. The ice and heavy snows, we would be over ran with pests in the summer. As it is there will be enough of those that makes it, so we can say be glad when it gets cold and removes that pest out of my house and fields.

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In the spring at long last comes.?  The trees green up, the fields green up, the grass in your yard greens up and grows. Gives you something to do. Mow and rake the yard. Plaint your flowers, garden. Dad Gum it all. Work!!?  Be glad when it turns cold again, and I can shovel the snow. Spring is a beautiful time of the year.?  The song birds have returned, work on building a nest. Have a couple crops of kids.?  They make life worth living watching them pull a worm out of the ground, or grab a bug out of the air for dinner for the kids. Their kids are much like your kids, never seem to get enough. Poor daddy and mama works so hard to feed the brats.

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Summer, good old summer time. Use to be before A/C. People would after work, coming home from work and?  slaving around the house. People would set under the beautiful trees and have a cool drink of ice tea or something like that. People?  would just enjoy the good old summer time, swat fies and other pests that made it through winter.?  Also tell stories about back in the good old days. Like I remember back in 1917 it got so hot, birds pulled all ready cooked worms from the ground. Why it got so hot, the pop corn popped in the fields. Why that year the ground just baked, there was no rain for weeks, it never cooled off at night. Stayed 110 day and night for a week that one time. It was all due to that darn war over there in Europe.?  What are we doing over there anyways. Darn Wilson War anyways. Dad gum it all, darn democrats. I knew he would fool around and get us messed up in that war. Our boys over there, getting shot up, gassed, for what? And all for nothing. Let them people over there fight their own wars, dad gum it all.?  Why did you hear about what them blasted English and French generals wanted?? ?  They wanted our boys mixed up with their troops. Said we didn't have the guts to fight, or the know how.?  Guess that fellow from Missouri told them to go to hell, whats his name? Oh yea, General Blackjack Pershing. Guess he told them we came over here to win this damn war you people can't. Not set around and not have wine and tea parties.?  Hey did you hear about that fellow, name of York? He was another one of them good old boys, from Tennessee. He went hunting one day, killed a bunch of Germans, what he didn't kill came back with a whole army of them people. A whole army that is. One man all by his self, yes sir.?  That is just what one good American soldier can do. Guess he got a little upset when he seen his buddies being shot down by them machine guns.

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Then comes fall.?  Time to bring in the crops of summer. Lay in the supplies of food for winter. The once beautiful trees are dropping the leaves of spring and summer. All used up, done their job. Now their life is over, or is it??  Most leaves fall to earth, rot into dirt, and replenish the earth with food, that is needed for the trees to grow new leaves next year, and the year after. Once again the air grows cooler, the fall rains come.?  People start to spend more time in the house.

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Life goes on?  Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall. All needed to make the year. All seasons needed for us to live. With out one, we can't have the needs of life.

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All seasons when you set back and look at each one. It is the most beautiful time of the year.

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Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write

http://www.iuniverse.com/bookstore/book_detail.asp?&isbn=0-595-35741-5

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Poetry Section

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"Hand In Hand"
Cheri Carlson

Hand in hand together we stand
As we have since the news first came
Though some are faces to us unknown
We are friends and family just the same
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Many tragedies have made their way
To our small West Virginia town
But together we faced them hand in hand
Letting nothing get us down
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Never are we out of reach
Even though life might take us far
When in need, we can feel that hand
Clasping ours wherever we are
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Hand in hand together we pray
As we listen for word of loved ones fate
Outsiders predicting a dismal outcome
But still together we wait
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Our faith is as strong as our surrounding hills
Our love as deep as our mines
Hand in hand we face the dawn
Not knowing what we will find.
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Hand in hand together we grieve
Leaning deeply on one another
So many have lost someone near and dear
A father, a friend, a brother
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Hand in hand together we praise
Though many hearts ache for twelve who died
We as family together rejoice
For the one who has survived
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This world often has it's challenges
That the average man couldn't stand
But we have something the normal man doesn't
We have each other....hand in hand.
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By ..... Cheri' Carlson
1/4/06
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http://oneunicorn.250free.com/handinhand.html
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Dedicated to wonderful strong family of people in Upshur county West
Virginia. They face a long road ahead of them.
12 less sets of hands now grasp ours in the praise that Randal McCloy
has survived this tragedy. We have 12 new holes in our lives whether it
be family, friends, or neighbors. But we will tighten our circle and
continue with God's help, to stand hand in hand.
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About Me:

Cheri Carlson

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One_Unicorn26201 @yahoo.com

I'm a 40 year old mother of 13 who despite trials and tears, has found much in life to laugh and love about. I discovered on the internet, an outlet for many thoughts and feelings that the outside world looked down their noses at. There I found acceptance and love.

In sharing my stories about my kids, views on the world, personal experiences and poetry, I also found numerous others who felt like I did. Too unique to be normal. Not comfortable with the way people hid their beautiful selves because of what others might think, I wrote a series of "Love Yourself " articles beginning with "Dare to Be Different".

I have to date written over 100 poems, essays and recently, children's stories, all floating around on the internet. I hope to some day be published.

My husband of 13 months and I live with our 5 kids left at home, here in central Indiana. We dream of going back to my home of West Virginia when the timing is right

http://oneunicorn.250free.com/Poetry/Wildflowers.html

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Hitler Cries

Nicole Stevenson

For there was a time when I inflected pain
What was I to gain but a name
Selfishness, greed, hatred bored in me
Blood, starvation Indeed
Cruelty that was grated in my favor
The taste of blood was my flavor
Now, that I am no longer living
I am spending eternity in hell
Fire breathing animals, they yell
The souls of those that I ruled
I cry day, after day it's cruel
Mental torture, the heat I can't stand
My hands are burnt beyond a strand
No hope, anywhere in sight
I pray with all my might
That God would give me another chance
To be able to dance
In the land of the living
To go back to the begining
When I knew of giving
Sometimes I close my eyes for a brief second
For the blisters , pain tend to awaken
Me out of my thoughts, I scream from the heat
The pain, the stain I am beat
For my days will forever be
Torture and I will never be free
Trap in this forsaken place
Miserable souls race
To The gate to beg for one more chance
To have another dance
In The land of the living
To go back to the begining

Dedicated to all those that have time to get it right"
Nicole M. Stevenson? ? stevenson15n@aol.com

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Writers Feedback

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I just loved Bill Walker's "A New Year".?  It made me stop and think, as his writing always does.?  I guess "good' or "bad" is in the eye of the beholder.?  Funny how our perception of things can differ from one another.?  Guess that's what makes? life interesting. God bless, Sharlett

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? SENIOR WRITERS

Chief Writer: Sharon Bryant

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? Agee, Vance;? Apted, Violet;? Baker, Kathy; Batt, Al;?  Berry, Nell; Blaine, Pamela

Boda, Ginger;? ? Buhagiar, Victor; Cassady, B.J.;?  Cavalera, Robyn; Crider, Mark;? 

Deming, Barb; Doherty, Maria; Gilbert, Robert Jr; Goodier, Steve; Halley, Ellie Braun;

Harris, Kathy Anne;? Hunt, Sharlette;? Hymes, Christina

Jacobson, Gary;? Kiser, Roger Dean; Kerens, Claudia; Kevin, Tim Jenkins, Pamela;

Liles, Norma; Lilly, Jodi Flesberg; Lock, Joyce; Mazzella, Joe;? Morris, Deepak;

Ojeigbe, Georgewaters;

?  Petry, Dianna Doles; Roberts, Susan;?  Shiveley, Debra; Shaw, Bob; Sims, Richard; Streidel, Saskia; Swarner, Ken; Vaknin, Sam; Verhoeff, Jan

Walker, Bill; Walker, Joe;? Warner, Gorden K; Walsh, Sue

Weymouth, Barbara; Whirity, Kathy;? White, Robert;

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