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2005년 11월

In memory of Gran and Grandad.

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                                     SADLY MISSED. XXX
 

2005년 11월

Sam trying to keep up....

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THIS IS SAM TRYING TO KEEP UP WITH (my space)... pmsl 

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ωєℓℓ, ℓιкє ι ѕαι∂ уєѕтєя∂αу, ι ωσυℓ∂ ι ωσυℓ∂ ℓєт уσυ αℓℓ киσω нσω мαя¢ ωαѕ gєттιиg σи. нє fιиαℓℓу нα∂ тнє вσиєѕ ιи нιѕ ℓєg яєαℓιgиє∂ αи∂ α fυℓℓ ℓєg ¢αѕт ωαѕ αρρℓιє∂. тнє ∂σ¢ ѕαι∂ нє ѕнσυℓ∂ вє αвℓє тσ яєтυяи нσмє тσмσяяσω, ι тнιик тнιѕ ιѕ тσσ ѕσσи αѕ ∂σєѕ ∂αωи αи∂ тнє ѕєиισя ѕтαff иυяѕє. ωє нανє вєєи тσℓ∂ тнαт ιтѕ gσιиg тσ тαкє υρтσ fινє мσитнѕ тσ нєαℓ ѕσ мαя¢ нαѕ α яσυgн тιмє αнєα∂....

Stamp out child abuse. Please blog this!!!!

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.

When I awake
I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall

As I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.

He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate

The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

 
 PLEASE BLOG THIS !!!!!!!




 
2005년 11월

Marc's broken leg

мαя¢ вяσкє тωσ вσиєѕ ιи нιѕ ℓєg тσ∂αу ωнєи нє тяιρρє∂ σи тнє ѕтαιяѕ. мαя¢, ∂αωи αи∂ муѕєℓf ѕρєит тнє ωнσℓє ∂αу ιи нσѕριтαℓ ωαιтιиg тσ ѕєє тнє ∂σ¢. єνєитυαℓℓу ωє fσυи∂ συт тнαт тнє ℓєg иєє∂є∂ ρυℓℓιиg тσ тнαт тнє єи∂ѕ σf тнє вσиєѕ ¢συℓ∂ ву яєαℓℓιgиє∂. тнιѕ нα∂ тσ вє ∂σиє υѕιиg gαѕ αи∂ αιя. αѕ уσυ ¢αи ιмαgιиє тнє ωнσℓє нσѕριтαℓ нєαя∂ нιм ѕ¢яєαмιиg ωнєи тнιѕ ωαѕ ∂σиє. αиуωαу ι нανє єитєяє∂ тнιѕ вℓσg ѕσ тнαт ιf αиуσиє ¢συℓ∂ ωιѕн нιм ωєℓℓ αѕ ι'м ѕυяє тнαт нє ωσυℓ∂ αρρяє¢ιααтє ιт. ι'ℓℓ вℓσg αgαιи тσмσяяσω ωιтн αи υρ∂αтє.


 

IF BY RUDYARD KIPLING

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
 
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to be broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
 
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch - and - toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word of your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they have gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to then: "Hold on";
 
If you can talk with crouds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!


 

Can you read this.........

 Can you raed tihs? Olny srmat poelpe can.

cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

                    



 

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