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			<title><![CDATA[New Year's Resolution 2009]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 05:33:33 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hey, I'm back or around for the time being at least and I thought, "Gee, I haven't posted in a month and a half."  I might as well get on, and blog...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hey, I'm back or around for the time being at least and I thought, &quot;Gee, I haven't posted in a month and a half.&quot;  I might as well get on, and blog while I'm at it.   <br />
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The end of the year has come and what a year of living dangerously it has been. That said, I've decided to post a couple of resolutions for the new year. <br />
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1.) Eat less, blog more.<br />
2.) Work more, save moolah.<br />
3.) Stop discussing the price of tea in China.<br />
4.) Try not to scratch myself or pick nose in public (Thats gonna be tough).<br />
5.) Agree to disagree less, agree to agree more.<br />
6.) Walk more regardless of gas prices.<br />
7.) Stop and take time to smell the buttermilk.<br />
8.) Throw out the five second rule of food.  I'm getting too old for it now that I'm 40.<br />
9.) Wear pants that fit, or at least a belt. (Scratch that make it a belt on pants).<br />
10.) Quit quitting, its for quitters. <br />
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Ok, that oughta satisfy the gods of bloggarooney for a while. Toodles. B</blockquote>

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			<title>Sugarcane Harvest</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 05:24:56 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hello again, I'm back...sort of.  I found a job, which pays less than half of my previous pay, and the work days are more frequent.  Anyways, I'm...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hello again, I'm back...sort of.  I found a job, which pays less than half of my previous pay, and the work days are more frequent.  Anyways, I'm working on a well in Louisiana very near the Mississippi River.  Its a very boring job, unless they drill fast.  Its sugarcane harvest season, and there are maybe a dozen harvesters working on the one road between the drilling rig, and the shack I am staying in.  The harvesters load up tractor trailers, and they in turn load up Semi- trailers.  This leads to a lot of noise right there by the trailer.  Today was even worse as they are digging a ditch near the trailers, plus gravel was deposited at the trailer site, and one of the tractor drivers cars kept having the alarm go off.  Not sleeping much, maybe 3 hours total in 2 days.  Other than that things are plodding along.  I wish I had something interesting to write, but its probably best if I don't. B</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[Bizarre B's World]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 16:27:36 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Hello again, its been way too long.   I've sort of been dealing with real life issues, and just thought I'd get some things off of my chest.  There...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Hello again, its been way too long.   I've sort of been dealing with real life issues, and just thought I'd get some things off of my chest.  There have been some very bizarre happenings in my life, and I wish I knew why that is so.  I felt like just writing down some of these occurrences.<br />
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1.) I was in a local park where I go to clean up the garbage, watch the ducks, and play frisbee golf.  One day this Spring a man called my name.  Kind of weird that he knew my name, but I let it slide.  The man looks remarkably like Jamie Foxx.  He is an employee of the park, and he asks for help.  I aid him in unloading some garbage cans (he was the only one working that day).  We have an interesting conversation about pollution among other things.<br />
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2.)  I go on my trip to Montana, and am unable to find a hotel anywhere.  I stop at a gas station and ask a trucker.  He looks just like this man from above.  He says he runs shipments to Tulsa, and doesn't get to Louisiana much.  Anyways, he gives me directions, and again all of the hotels in this area are full.  I travel a lot and find this unusual, but stuff happens.  I end up looking for a place to sleep in the middle of the night, and end up on a back road trying to sleep in my car.  I don't know why, but traffic continually passes me by keeping me up.  I sleep poorly.<br />
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3.)  I then drive back to the airport in the morning in Wichita, Kansas.  I decide that maybe I can fly up.  No one comes to the counters to attend me, so I decide to skip it.  I end up in a shuttle where the driver tells me he was up all night working at my accident site.  I wasn't in an accident, and have no idea what he is talking about.<br />
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4.)  I end up in a little town in Kansas in a hotel.  The people there get all excited when I stop to ask directions for a hotel.   They are making a large order of food, they ask me what I want to eat.  I don't know what this is about, and decline...I've been up for several days now, and just want to go to sleep.  I go to the hotel, but am unable to sleep.  I walk around the little town, and there is some bizarre parade for a team that is going to a state basketball tournament.   The locals have no idea what I'm talking about when I ask about it.<br />
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5.) I manage to get to Big Sky, Montana and after a couple of days a friend says that she is concerned about me.  I ask her why.  She says that she has seen me running around naked at least 4 times.  I was in the presence of people for most of my time, and I never did this.  I asked her if she saw my face.  She said no, but she thought it was me.   <br />
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6.) I had a cold while in Big Sky, and was using a walking stick.  People were assuming I was blind and using the stick to find things using sound.  I found this humorous as people were coughing as I approached objects.<br />
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7.) Women I danced with just a couple of months ago were now telling me they didn't know how to dance.  <br />
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The list goes on, and makes me feel like I'm paranoid, but I swear these things are true.  I wish I knew why the woman at the communion cup told me she watched me this week, or why a friend in Big Sky came running out to tell me how funny I was when I did something to music, a song that wasn't even on where I was.   I'm curious why a man standing behind me asked a bank manager, if I signed a signature bond for 10 million dollars, when I signed for 7 thousand for my trip.  Or perhaps, why people called me Cool Hand Pete when they didn't know about my break out story from earlier in the year.<br />
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I really just sort of wish I didn't feel like other people were watching me.  I am presently unemployed and looking for work.  Slowly going broke, and frustrated by the way things ended up here in Louisiana.  I am leaving for a new job soon, and it can't come soon enough.</blockquote>

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			<title><![CDATA[B-Mental's Polar Blog]]></title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 17:51:03 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[*Wow, its been a while off from the blog.  Maybe I should explain where I've been.  Let's see... I know I told myself it would never happen again,...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><b><font size="4"><font color="Teal">Wow, its been a while off from the blog.  Maybe I should explain where I've been.  Let's see... I know I told myself it would never happen again, but it did.   I'm Homeless once again, for the third time in my life I have nowhere to live. Here is a link to a song to listen to while you read about my miseries... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEvmDwq87YM&amp;feature=related" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEvmD...eature=related</a><br />
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My neighbor complained about me having too many people over at the apartment.  Suzie cannot drive, and so her sister would come along.  Its fine if its just Lena, the wicked sister, but she usually brings a guy friend of ill repute (name not to be mentioned).<br />
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Anyways, I was evicted, and moving my stuff into storage, as I couldn't find an apartment with availability.  I ended up wasting my week off, which I had promised to spend with Suzie, moving all of my stuff out of the apartment.  I was very stressed out.   When I did manage to find some time to do something with Suzie, we had a major blow out.  We broke up, but are still trying to be friends.<br />
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The next day, I became overheated from moving.  I was going into heatstroke.  The police took me into custody, and then placed me in a holding tank.  I  was dehydrated, but they ignored the obvious.  They are sub-human in their complete ineptness.  <br />
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While in the holding tank, an man punched me in the face.   I began to hallucinate from the dehydration.   It was very scary, I cannot tell you how bad it was.   <br />
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Well the kind policemen then  placed me in a separate room, after saying that I was going to try to kill myself.   I was still so hot, that I stripped down to my birthday suit to lay on the cool tile floor.<br />
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The police then marched several female inmates past me. To further humiliate me.   I thought their code was to protect and serve, not torture and embarass.<br />
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I was sent to the hospital, and eventually taken to  the psychward I had previously escaped from. While I was in there, I was able to destress.  I found solace in a poem by Langston Hughes called <i>&quot;STILL HERE&quot;</i> </font></font></b><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><u>Still Here</u></i><br />
I've been scarred and battered.<br />
My hopes the wind done scattered.<br />
Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.<br />
Looks like between 'em <br />
Then done tried to make me stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'<br />
But I don't care! <br />
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<font size="5"><font color="DarkRed">Anyways, I don't want anyone to worry, its just another adventure, and Suzie and I are still trying to figure out what we are going to do.  I may be moving away, but in the meantime, I smell a lawsuit of enormous proportions....uh oh, better call the FEDS in on this group of corrupt officers.  I'm sure I'll laugh last, and here is a cute pic of Suzie, her neice, and yours truly...Tah Dah! B! </font></font> <br />
I'm still here!</b></div><img src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k157/suziemb/SuzieandPete/P1010120.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 30 May 2008 11:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I've always been a fan of Brad Pitts, what an amazing person.  He played Joe Black in a movie......]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I've always been a fan of Brad Pitts, what an amazing person.  He played Joe Black in a movie...<br />
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 but I know Joe Black.  Joe and B were great friends once.  They had a hero, and Kevin died.  He died with the brother of a possible girlfriend.  Both of those men were my heroes.  I still miss them.  I do cry when I think of Joe.   He lost his brother, and at the same time I lost my friend.  Joe went on to be the Captain of the high school Wrestling team along with myself, and 2 others.  They are lifelong friends although we rarely keep up.   Joe and Michelle were featured in our High School Senior Year Book.  They both went in the Military.   Joe and I were both in Fort Benning.  He in Airborne School, and I in Basic or AIT...I forget.  I was called out in formation.  <br />
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One day, I was called out of formation... me in front of 300 hungry men.  My Drill Sergeant asked.  &quot;Who in the HELL do you know?&quot;  I was dumbfounded, for I knew no one other than my platoon.  The man then said, &quot;I've never recieved a call from this high up.  It was for you!&quot;  I was so scared,  I couldn't imagine.   They told me, &quot;You got 5 minutes and I want to see you back here. ASAP!   I was shaking now, and I ran off.  I ended up racing straight into my best friend.  He used to be my mirror image, but there he was in his fresh Airborne Uniform.  Spit shined boots and all.  Right next to him were two people I've always loved.  His parents, Fred and Sally Black.  Fred is a lawyer, and Sally is in MADD, (Mothers Against Drunk Driving).  I was so happy I wanted to cry.  <br />
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We went and had dinner, and I know not what it was, but it felt like a four course meal.  Men of higher rank came and took our trays, and I had my first desert in weeks.  There I was the future Sgt. Rock, and visiting my freinds while others waited.  I felt blessed with their presence, and I remember hugging them all.  We were the chosen sons of warriors that would not fight, or more aptly that would fight, and fight to the death.  <br />
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Joe stayed in Ft. Benning.  I went to Germany.    I enlisted for 5 years in the National Guard, when Desert Shield was upon us, and I begged God to not take him.  It was a short, but horrendous fight.  Joe was sent to Germany, now I was in Wisconsin.  His plane was shaking with the vibrations and hums of its immediate departure, but there was a cease fire, and Joe came home safe.<br />
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Joe ended up marrying a pretty woman, and I well.  I'm still single.  This next president, is the last time I predict whom the president will be.  The last time I go on vacation, only to have to watch these men of hope and wait.   I hurt so, and although I jokingly say I am a three star general in the French Foreign Legion, there are three stars on my passport, and each one cost me pain and suffering.<br />
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I've gone to relax, and there were soldiers everywhere, and police.   I always moved away, but I just wanted peace.  I know what to do when there is no civility... end it.  Its not always bad to be the homecoming king, its sometimes very nice.  I was turned down from Homeland Security, but still I was found by a man named Ron, and he brought me to work for the present Vice~President.  I then brought my brother, and quit.  Going undercover to watch what was going on.<br />
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Joe Black now drills water wells, whilst I drill oil wells.  I drilled a well for Sunshine, but only found a rainy day.   I do believe that the rain will end soon, and kindness shall prevail. With all my heart, B</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 14:35:40 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>*I guess I dedicate this to Pendragon and Mtpsur, just because they are two cool cats! 
 
I grew up with two very good buddies.  They are both like...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore"><b><font size="5">I guess I dedicate this to Pendragon and Mtpsur, just because they are two cool cats!<br />
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I grew up with two very good buddies.  They are both like me...Super Genius.  LOL.  You know like Wiley Coyote?  Anyways, they are two of the coolest and toughest men I've ever met, and it has always been a pleasure to see them.   They both have superhero nicknames... H-Bomb and Tuna Can Tim.   Anyways, we were on several teams together.  When I went in the military, they were there the day that I came home.   They've always been there too.  <br />
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My brother Tom loves to tell the story of when he saw H~Man in college.   Tom was crossing a bridge, and there was a fight going on.  One man was beating the daylights out of several men.  Then right in the middle of this fight my amigo stops turns and looks at Tom.  He then grinned devilishly and yelled...&quot;Tommy B!  How the H E Double Hockey Sticks are you?!&quot;   Yeah, Paul is a superhero!<br />
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Tuna Can is tough too!  He played hockey for a club team in college.  There was a tournament in Arizona, and Tuna Tim's team was invited.  Tim made the evening news for the fights he was in.  You could probably make a montage of his fights that were video taped.  <br />
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When I was in New Zealand, I was trying to rescue a man that was drowning. He was lost at sea, and I could hear him at night, hollering for help.  I searched up and down the coast for him, as I'm sure many other people were.  One day, I saw him at the third of fourth beach I was at.  I walked to the far end of the beach to get closer to him... I've already written what happened that day, but on that day I confronted my worst fear, for I almost drowned 3 times.   When I was down and no one would help me, H-Bomb and Tuna Can were there for me.<br />
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Tim gave me a place to stay, and he lived only a couple blocks away from H-man.  I rehabbed my knee at the Veterans Administration Hospital, and 6 months later went back to work.  I'm not a superhero, just an ordinary average guy, but I believe in superheroes.  My two friends are the coolest, kindest, and toughest you could ask for.  Together we are Legend, SHIELD, Invincible, and indestructible.  <br />
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I know that there are superheroes on Lit~Net too.  Tidy Gal, Nightshade, Logos, Pen, Mtp, Countess, Baki, Dramas, Ma Hubbard, Kilt, and many more.</font></b> <br />
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I know Virgil hates it when I forget to have a Literary reference.   My greatest fear has always come from the book 'Moby Dick'.   There is a man that is lost at sea, and the ship came back and found him.   Melville wrote how the man was never the same again.  That guy, the one I almost rescued...was saved after 30 days being lost at sea.  I heard it on the radio two weeks later as I was on my way to the airport to head back  to the US.  That man is my superhero also, for surely I could never do what he did.  <br />
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PS~ My superhero name... is Bent Metal, Iron Man, or just Plain old B.</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 07:21:50 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>I am just a simple man, but I do so love to share.  I am a HUSTLER.  Like in the Movie with Paul Newman, or the one with TOM Cruise.  I am patient,...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I am just a simple man, but I do so love to share.  I am a HUSTLER.  Like in the Movie with Paul Newman, or the one with TOM Cruise.  I am patient, and waiting, (just as I wait for my EVE).  The name of the game is pool, and there are some simple lessons to learn.<br />
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1.  Nobody wins all of the time!<br />
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2.  Encourage those you play against.<br />
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3.  Objects in motion tend to stay in motion.<br />
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4.  Suzie is a great kisser.<br />
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5.  The world is not a game.<br />
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6.  Love shall overcome<br />
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7.  When in doubt; Green means go, Yellow means Slow, and Red means Stop.<br />
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8. Potential energy = How much potential you have... i.e. How bad do you want it?<br />
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9.  I forget what Nine is for!<br />
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10.  I love Lit~Net<br />
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11.  Be the ball, Danny, LOL<br />
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I hope this <b>Memorial Day</b> grants you happiness, for there is happiness even in loss.  To all my FRIENDS,  may you always find happiness, with Love, <b>B</b><br />
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Oh good Heavens!  Now even the Squirrels are fighting, LOL. Ciao.</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 09:07:16 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Today was a unique day, maybe no other day will compare.  I went to Suzie's Sister-in-Law's Graduation Ceremony.  It was beautiful.  I wish you could...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Today was a unique day, maybe no other day will compare.  I went to Suzie's Sister-in-Law's Graduation Ceremony.  It was beautiful.  I wish you could understand how unique it was.   Ernest J Gaines, recieved his HONORARY DOCTORATE in Letters.   I have no idea, if you know who he is, but I've admired this man from afar.  He is my HERO on par with MUHHAMUD ALI.  I was speechless, for one of my heroes was before me.  All I want to do is kiss Suzie, and tell her how much I LOVE her.  Without her I am ...lost<br />
<br />
OK, OK, Quit your nagging!  My Mother had an uncle named CONROY.   Connie for short.   My  Mother's sister's name is Connie  Connie, the redhead, the dreamwoman of all deams.  I love her as I love her husband, but truly. her children are blessed.  All three make my heart sing with pure love.  I love Connie, and I love her husband Dave.  Dave is just like my father...another hero for the world.<br />
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And so for my Great Uncle, my aunt, and my baby's Sister-in-Law.  Its, Party time!</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 06:33:49 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>This Spring I visited a place not too far from my apartment.  There, on the Island where Tabasco Sauce is made, is a beautiful garden.  Inside the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">This Spring I visited a place not too far from my apartment.  There, on the Island where Tabasco Sauce is made, is a beautiful garden.  Inside the Jungle Garden is a true Budhist statue.  Wikipedia describes the garden as follows...<br />
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				One of Jungle Gardens' primary attractions is a bird sanctuary called Bird City. It provides roosts for snowy egrets and other wildfowl species.<br />
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In 1895 McIlhenny raised eight egrets in captivity on the island, and released them in the fall for migration. They returned the next spring with other egrets, and have continued to do so over generations. Today thousands of egrets inhabit the island from early spring to late summer. Numerous alligators, black bears, and deer also inhabit the island, in addition to nutria, otters, muskrats, snakes, and other wild animals.<br />
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The gardens are planted with azaleas, Japanese camellias, hydrangeas, Louisiana irises, Egyptian papyrus, bamboo, and wisteria. A glass temple, set within a Chinese garden, houses a centuries-old statue of Buddha given to McIlhenny in 1936. Four miles of gravel roads are lined with live oak trees and Spanish moss. There are also many walking paths.
			
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The story of how the Budha got to the island is rather interesting.  Originally, the Budha was at peace, but a warlord conquered his homeland and took the statue as a prize.  Its unclear what happened after this, but the Budha ended up in New York City at an auction in 1936.  Friends of the McIllhenney's realised that the Budha would make a wonderful addition to the garden.   It was purchased, and given as a gift to the family.   A shrine was built on the garden, and people come from around the world to visit the statue, especially around the time of the Chinese New Year.<br />
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My first visit this year was with several members of my family.  My Mother, brother Tom and his wife Lynn were in town for Jane's Second Birthday.  We arrived, and entered the shrine.  We then walked around the beautiful pond that lies before the Budha.   I waited at the steps up before the statue, and allowed my niece Jane to be the one to climb the stairs first.  Once I ascended the stairs, I found that there were many gifts left by those celebrating the New Year.   I cleansed myself with water they left, cleaning my feet hands and head.  I lit the incense left before the Budha.  I then removed my outer pants revealing a pair of pajamas I was wearing.  I rolled them high upon my thighs like shorts.  I removed my T-shirt,  flipped it into a banner, and stretched it out accross the prayer flags crossing the locked door to the statue.  This was done to encompass all of the prayers on the separate flags into my one flag.   I bowed before the Budha, and gave prayers of gratitude in all directions.    We left shortly thereafter.<br />
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I next visited the shrine and Budha with Suzie and her dog, Maggie.   Maggie doesn't get out of the house much, so this was quite an adventure.  This time I let Maggie ascend the stairs.   Maggie is a rescued pet, and bears the scars of her previous owner.  Maggie climbed up and stood before the Budha wagging her tail, but soon she decided to head towards Suzie.  Suzie's physical limitations prevented her from joining us, but she watched from the bank.  I repeated my prayers from the prior visit, this time including both Maggie and Suzie.  <br />
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			<pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 05:35:09 GMT</pubDate>
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</div>The man finished his story, and Ol' Spur and the bear Urso were quiet for a while.  They walked along in silence for half of an hour before Urso spoke up, &quot;I don't see what this has to do with me and Spur?&quot;<br />
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The man looked at Urso out of the corner of his eye as he continued to watch where he was walking.  He replied, &quot;That bear, Bleu the Grizzly, was your father Urso, and the man was me long before you were born.  I say it was me, because so many things have happened since then.&quot;  <br />
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Spur sighed a deep breath, and Urso looked from one to the other.  They continued to walk along and shortly stopped at a stream to fish.  Spur went upstream, the man went downstream, and Urso foraged for berries before wandering after the man.  When Urso saw him he was seated by the stream with his shoes off and feet in the water.  Urso growled a greeting, and the man smiled.  The bear then asked the man to tell him more about his father.<br />
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The man replied, &quot;There isn't much more to tell.  We were friends once for a short period of time, and then the world changed.&quot; <br />
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&quot;How did the world change?&quot;  Urso asked pleadingly.<br />
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The man contemplated how much the bear could understand, and then replied, &quot;Man went into space, Urso.  There was a prediction of the end of the world, and many people left the planet for the safety of space.&quot;<br />
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Urso wrinkled up his brows and sniffed at the wind.  &quot;I don't understand this idea... What is space?&quot;   <br />
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The man shrugged, and told him,  Space is where the Moon lives, my friend, up above the tallest mountain.&quot;<br />
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&quot;Have you been to space?&quot; the big grizzly bear asked with a look of wonder on his face.</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 12:24:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description>Well its been a while, but now that I have worked out the personal demons I feel I can get back to my story... or rather to finish the Legend of the...</description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Well its been a while, but now that I have worked out the personal demons I feel I can get back to my story... or rather to finish the Legend of the Blue Grizzly.   The quote is a reminder from my last entry of the story line. <b> Don't forget that you can find the complete story in the Sci-Fi Category.  </b><a href="http://www.online-literature.com/forums/blogs/viewblog.php?userid=7179&amp;entry=4216" target="_blank">http://www.online-literature.com/for...179&amp;entry=4216</a><br />
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				The man watched the sunset over the far side of the valleys mountain tops. He then proceeded to retrace his steps back down the mountain to the valley floor. When he got back to the camp, he sat down and proceeded to make a small campfire. Once the fire was going, the man went to the lake to try to catch a fish for supper. While sitting on the water's edge, the man noticed that there accross the lake, exactly where it appeared in his dream sat the Grizzly bear. He got up slowly and walked back to the fire without catching a fish for dinner. The whole night long, he kept wood on the fire and one eye on the bear, and the bear didn't move until the sun began to lighten the sky at dawn.
			
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</div>The bear slowly ambled away from the lake, and the man proceeded to his sleeping bag to catch some much needed rest.  Later in the day he awoke, and sat by the lake to catch a couple of small trout.    He cooked one over a small fire that evening, and looked accross the lake.  He wanted to see the bear again, so he took his second fish around the lake.  He set it where the bear had been seated on a cluster of rocks and logs at the shore of the lake, and then returned to his camp to dine.  Shortly, as the man was cleaning up his dinner plate, the bear returned to the edge of the lake and found the fish that the man had left for it.  The bear stripped large pieces of of flesh from the fish and gnawed on its carcass briefly before letting out a kind and gentle grunt.  <br />
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The sun was setting behind the mountains when the moon finally arose.  The man watched the bear, the moon, and enjoyed the late twilight as the moon reflected off of the lake.   Time passed slowly with the chirping of birds and the hum of insects until the man realised that the bear too was watching the moon.   It was just like in his dream.  The man decided to communicate with the bear by howling at the moon.  His reward was a soft and gentle cooing growl from the bear.  The bear was seated facing away from the man, and looked back over his shoulder with a kind nod.  The two sat through the evening watching the moon and howling.   <br />
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Several days passed in this fashion, until the man had decided it was time to get back to his home.  He had come and seen his dream, but still it didn't make sense to him.   He was lonely for his friends, so on his last night he sat there and told the bear, &quot;I am leaving you now.  I will think of you often, and howl up at the moon when I am lonesome for you.  He then unleashed a beautiful howl that even the coyotes and wolves would ponder.   The bear matched this howl, and soon there was a cacaphony of sounds as other animals joined in the howl.  Even when the howl was over it resounded in quiet echoes stretching accross the still ice covered slopes of the mountain valley.   <br />
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The man left the next day, and true to his promise when he looked to the moon he would howl with delight at the thought of the bear he had become friends with.</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 16:33:06 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[Its Mother's Day, so please let me just wish all of the Lit~Moms and GrandMothers a very special day!  This entry is very special to me.  Its about a...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">Its Mother's Day, so please let me just wish all of the Lit~Moms and GrandMothers a very special day!  This entry is very special to me.  Its about a beautiful little girl named Bridget.  Here is a song to listen to while you read this entry... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7m28pdEfCE&amp;feature=related" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M7m28...eature=related</a><br />
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When I was a little boy I was always standing up for animals.  One time, I went to go swimming with a lifelong friend of mine, Butch.  We biked several miles to go to a place we called 'Double A'.  Its a big stream valley  that held an old, cheap dam.  This created a little swimming hole in the stream, that was strong and deep.  These deep turbulent waters were very cool, and a perfect place to be a kid and have some fun.  <br />
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On this particular hot, humid July day, a stranger appeared.  He drove accross the bridge to see if anyone was there.   He then came back, and only Butch and I were there.  The man held something in his arms.  We couldn't see what it was at the time.  He then took this object and hurled it into the water.  While it was in the air, Butch and I both realised it was a terrified little puppy.  The poor little thing splashed loudly into the center of the current, and immediately surfaced struggling to dog paddle out of the situation it found itself in.   <br />
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I was so scared of the man that I couldn't move, but Butch reacted.  He dove into the stream and rescued the puppy.  The terrified soaking and cold little dog trembled as Butch placed it on the sand beside me.  Soon, it began to walk away from us.  The man chased down the puppy, picked it up by the scruff of its neck, and threw it again into the deepest part of the falls.  I dove in and tried to get it, but it was so tired from the ordeal, that it didn't surface.  Butch jumped in also, and soon we were diving to find the puppy.  She had washed downstream a couple feet, but I caught her, and helped the flailing dog to the surface, and then Butch and I brought her to the bank of the shore.<br />
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When we had caught our breath, I asked the Man...&quot;What the Hell is wrong with you Mister?&quot;<br />
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He began walking away, and replied... &quot;You boys want that dog?  You can have its...Its a F**k**g mutt!&quot;  He then hurried up, got in his car, and drove off.   Butch and I were amazed at the cruelty of the man, and we had no idea how to react.   We didn't know what to do, so we dried off, and took care of the little pooch.  We tied our shirts together into a sling, and put the puppy into the pocket of it.  Then we pushed our bikes up the hill, and rode them back to my house.  <br />
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Thankfully my father was home.  He was a teacher, and a park supervisor, and worked everyday.  We found him in the basement, napping on one of his favorite lazy boy chairs.  We told him the story, and then showed him the dog.  Now I must explain that my Dad loved food, and it showed.  He had a big belly, and he gently took the puppy from us, and placed it on his belly.  The cold and terrified little pup sat there, and slowly warmed to my father and began to lick my Father's face.   I knew right then, that we were going to keep the puppy.   My parents took the puppy to the vet for shots and to have it spayed. <br />
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A couple of days later, the dog was back at the house.   I always considered it my puppy, but for some reason the name I gave it didn't stick.  You see in my family the pets all had food names.   First there was <b>Noodles</b>, then <b>Meatball</b>.  I wanted to name the dog <b>Bridget</b>, but my little brother <b>liked Biscuit</b>.  Biscuit was the name chosen, and the name stuck.  <br />
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Biscuit had a long and happy life.  She lived to the age of 17 years, which is like 120 dog years.  Later in the year, my mother told me that Butch and I could recieve an award for our kindness to Biscuit.  I was terrified.  I already had my reward, Biscuit was part of the family.   Anyways, it became a funny story to my Mother and Aunts, as the story was told it was elaborated by people that weren't there.  I just wanted to play with our dog.  She was loved by my entire family,<b> and now for the second flower.</b><br />
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A week ago, a beautiful thing happened. <b> My brother Joe and his wife gave birth to a beautiful little girl!  </b><b>Her name is Bridget!</b>  <b>Niamh </b>pointed out to me that St. Bridget is a patron saint of Ireland.  I am so happy, that I can't express to you the way I feel.  I'm sure she is going to be a wonderful sister for my other niece Jane.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n45/dieseltrok/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div>This time Bridget, I promise you... I'm not going to let them spay you.  ROFL!:lol: :lol: :lol: Well, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it. Love ya gang, B<br />
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Mom, I love you and wish you a &quot;Happy Mother's Day!&quot;  Oh and a special note to Kiz-Paws...I love the way you stood up to that jerk</blockquote>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 03:16:51 GMT</pubDate>
			<description><![CDATA[I haven't posted much on the two flower theme in a while, so I thought I'd write a variation on it.  I had three grand fathers, which sounds...]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I haven't posted much on the two flower theme in a while, so I thought I'd write a variation on it.  I had three grand fathers, which sounds difficult, but read on and I shall enlighten you.  Two were soldiers during World War 2, and one stayed on the homefront.  I don't know where to begin, so I'll just start with what my Uncle Paul once said in my presence.  <b>&quot;I love the way your Grandfathers changed their names.  Its like playing football with your names.&quot;</b>  My paternal Grandfather was named Eugene, but didn't like the name.  He changed it to Earl.  My maternal Grandfather was named Robert, but he thought it too common.  He changed his name to Eugene.  <br />
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I never knew my paternal grandfather.  He died in the late 40's or early 50's.  My father being the oldest child took his place for a while.  Dad was a surrogate father for his siblings.  He taught them, and played with them, and guided them.  He was proud of them, and I think this helped him to become the awesome Dad that he was.  Earl was killed by doctor's (maybe why I fear them).   They said it was a heart disease called Congestive Heart Failure, but they had injected the element Mercury into his lungs.  Mercury, the extremely toxic element was a quick fix for the short term, but hastened my grandfather's death.   Earl never went to WWII, instead he took care of his family, and I think my Father said he was a block master for homeland security.  This meant he made sure that the neighbors were properly blacking out their windows, and probably some other tasks.<br />
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My maternal grandfather Eugene was an amazing man.  I had the honor of interviewing him for an assignment for English in college.  Grandpa Gene grew up on a farm in Wisconsin not far from the small city where Earl grew up.  There was a small rutted road leading out past the house.  He told me about the first time he ever saw a car was when it passed by on this bumpy buggy road meant for carts and carriages.  He was an entertainer, and performed in the midwest singing in blackface.  He learned many things, and I could never tell you all of them.  He was in the Navy in WWII.  He would only tell me some stories, not wanting to relive the others.   He was on a small craft, I'm not sure if it was a PT boat.  He told me how he once saw JFK when he was an officer on a PT boat in the pacific.  He also told me how most officers were a-holes, and that I should never become one.  Grandpa Gene was a traveller, and travelled around the world with his wife, Anna Mae.  I think part of my desire to travel was inspired by their travels to Europe and Korea.  <br />
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My Father's Mother re-married a man named Francis.  Francis was Italian by birth and immigrated to the US at a young age.  He enlisted after Pearl Harbor, and because of his fluent Italian and English he was made a First Sergeant in the Army.  He told me that he never went overseas, but instead was training soldiers somewhere out east.  Frank came back from the military, and worked for Colgate.  He married my Grandmother Marion, and would be one of the first persons to teach me a foreign language.  Frank taught me small bits of Italian, and also some Russian.  He also taught me about stocks at a young age.  He showed me how the market fluctuated, and also about brand loyalty.  I still buy Colgate products today as per his advice.   I loved this Step-Grandfather, just as I loved my Grandpa Gene.  They were both intelligent, kind, and compassionate.  I was very fortunate to have them both in my life.  <br />
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			<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 23:30:38 GMT</pubDate>
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Well, I've kind of put this off, but the issue needs to be finalised.  I have vivid dreams, and when I was younger I learned that to remember your dreams you must practice.  I originally would dream of my fears, and awake with a sweat.  When I awoke, I would write these dreams down immediately.  This process has gone on for close to 25 years, and I am now capable of daydreaming, and sleep dreaming with vivid clarity.  I had two horrible dreams about two women that I consider friends.  </b><br />
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The first dream was while I was with Suzie.  We were cuddling, and watching a cute movie, and I was so comfortable with her I slowly drifted off to sleep.  I awoke from the dream, and was literally frightened to the bone. <br />
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				<b>This dream begins with Suzie and I in her van.  The van is grey in reality, but this time it was black.  I was driving, and Suzie was in the back buckled into the van, and in her wheelchair.  Suddenly a white car clipped us and sent the van into a tree.   Her van is old, and there isn't an airbag.  I was impaled on a branch, and all bloodied from the windshield.  There were cars stopping to help us, but no one was doing anything.  No one knew how to get out, and they were all worrried about her although I was the one injured.  I was the only one there that knew how to get her out.  I struggle and break off the branch that is stuck in my body.  I then free her, and the crowd all applauds, they get her out first.  While everyone is worried about some bruising and scratches, I am slowly dying.  Nobody remembers me, and I awake.  The worst part of the dream was that throughout the dream, beginning after the accident, Suzie kept repeating over and over.  &quot;Stop Pete! You're hurting me!&quot;</b>
			
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</div>I translate this dream to mean that I need to no longer be with Suzie.  I told her of it, and we are agreeing to see other people.  We are still going to see each other and have fun, but we are just going to enjoy what we have while we have it. <br />
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The second dream was of Renae.  We bumped into each other, and she was quite rude.  She told me to f*** off, and that she didn't need any s**t from me.  The dream was very brief, and was peaceful.  <br />
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</div>I translate the dream as meaning that we will never be together, but we will hopefully always be friends.  I don't know what age we were, but it means I die before she does.  Oddly, this brings me comfort.  I was the flower that died in both of them, for whatever thats worth.  Later, B<br />
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			<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 16:53:51 GMT</pubDate>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<blockquote class="blogcontent restore">I was recently....occupied... for being psycho (or was it psychic?) in a psych ward of a hospital.  A major event happened on that day, or at least major to B-Mental.  You see, Pete (B-Mental, Sgt. Rock), a geologist, entered into the delayed entry program for the US Army, on a particular day back in 1987.  I'm checking my military records to verify.  Hmm, no record of my delayed entry date on my DD214.  Oh well, I do believe that the date I signed my entry papers into the United States Army was April 23, 1987.  I didn't actually enter into the military until Sept. 15, 1987.   <br />
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Now for those of you not savvy with the ways of the military, and MTPSPUR can back me up on this.  I signed up for three years service with my country, but the Army doesn't count your Basic Training and Advanced Individual Training (AIT) as part of the contract.  I go into the Army to pay for a college degree, and serve my country (Kind of a Christian thing to do)  In the words of the immortal Ray Charles...(Who loved his Country more than self), but I was thinking I'd get out in September or August, and be able to go to school.<br />
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I also wanted to go to Europe, especially Germany.  You see, my Uncle is from Austria, and he is married to my Mother's sister, Suzie!  I took lessons in German from a young age, and also took four years in High School.  I went to Germany just prior to signing.  We spent one week immersed with a family, and one week travelling the Rhine River region and Bavaria.  I was, and still am, truly in love with the country.  Anyways, my contract stated I would be assigned to report to Frankfurt, West Germany.  I had done my research and knew that the US Sector of West Germany was in the South.  I had always dreamed of  skiing.  Unfortunately, I was assigned to a group situated in the northern plains of Germany near between Bremen and Bremerhaven (very near the North Sea, and far from the mountains of my dreams).<br />
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I ended up having to write a letter to Congress stating my intention to enroll in college.  I finally got a response in late June.  I was going to be released 90 days early, but I needed to use all of my remaining vacation days as part of the deal, in order to get out in time for college.  This means, that I arrived home from the Active Army on Aug. 23, 1990.  My sister Lisa's birthday, and also only 8 days prior to STOP/LOSS for the Operation: Desert Shield/Desert Storm.  My rank was Specialist (E-4), and I had enrolled into the Wisconsin Army National Guard.  I enlisted for a five year stint.  My date of release from  the National Guard, April 22, 1995.  Odd isn't it, that a guy named Pete (Greek for Rock) would leave his military servitude, and spend his first day of true freedom in 8 years on Earth Day 1995.  Yep only 13 years ago.  I enrolled in the service 21 years ago last week, and got out 13 years ago, last week.   Sgt. Rock Out. <br />
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Ok gang, back to the grind I hope all is well, and I can't wait for a couple of days of work.  My body just needs a good workout, and my medical bills are through the roof. Toodles, B</blockquote>

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