One Cup at a time
FAITH + COFFEE = ART
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Santa (Krampus) is coming to town
| You better watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout, I'm telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making a list, And checking it twice; Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice. Santa Claus is coming to town. |
He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, So be good for goodness sake! Oh, you better watch out! You better not cry. Better not pout, I'm telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to town. Santa Claus is coming to town! |
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Top National Political issues
Top National Political Issues
Immigration. / Amnesty. If you are here and contribute to our society. We want you to be fully American and have a fast track to citizenship. The border must be under control.
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"The military of the United States is deployed in more than 150[1] countries around the world, with more than 369,000 of its 1,580,255[2] active-duty personnel serving outside the United States and its territories."
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The government should put forth a deceleration. "We as Americans support Peace and despise War. We desire for all peoples to be free from oppression. We will try our best to conduct our government worldwide in policies and actions that support Peace and Freedom.
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
There was a ditch
There was a Ditch.
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There was a ditch. It was my canyon. I did not own it. But it was mine and ours. It was surrounded by devil walking sticks and wild roots. When we covered it with a board a bunker it became. When we jumped over it we landed in a foreign land. When we were chased by ghosts of wild creatures we knew we were in a protected land. We had wild beasts, electric fortress and gazing castle keepers. The path for our land was hidden from the outside world. The endless summer seems years ago. I remember when the land was cleared and the house was built. I miss that ditch. I wonder what happened to the devil walking sticks. I have yet to see a devil walking stick in 22 years. The memories and scars of battles remain. One day when I dig a ditch for my child I'm sure they are going to look at me and wonder. Why did dad dig a ditch for me? And then I will tell them the story of the fortress and gazing creatures, of the devil walking sticks and canyon jumping. Of the flying twins, and the jiffy trail. As I drive by the land today the whispers of the wild remain and they welcome me home.
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