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At some point I began to associate performance poetry with kidney stones and traffic court. Apparently, I'm not the only one.
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The code for the video you feature above is missing its embed tags. What appears on the page is just the URL.
Happy New Year--and happy editing... ;-)
January 01, 2009 at 01:08 PM
Thank you much SAS -- check out the link now.
jelani c. |
January 01, 2009 at 07:28 PM
You ain't right, Jelani...snap, snap, snap, snap...
Kim Pearson |
January 04, 2009 at 05:21 AM
Sorry. We inhereit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted... Each of us contains within... this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise.
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With respect :-), Eric.
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