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luck is green http://216.174.195.212/perl/twb.pl 020213
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luck is green these moved to 66.224.24.123 020327
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luck is green and are no more since i no longer have a job... 020419
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niska three times lucky. you're so close. 030309
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love&squalor Three mornings a week I can be found working in the children's room of the library. The room is colorful and large, with high ceilings, a large globe near the copier machine, and a four foot tall plush Kermit the Frog. It's a pleasant room, with a view of Schenley Bridge and the entrance to the park. The leaves look now as they should have a month ago, orange and red, rotting shades of green and brown.

I work here quietly because I'm just helping out. I keep my head down and help the middle aged librarians and young mothers. I realize the uncontrollable crying of their children will never stop rattling me. I'm sure they're just hungry or tired - "fussy" - but to me it sounds like torture and helplessness. "Why won't the mothers do something?" I think.

Last week one of the librarian's mothers visited. She came to see the story time program her daughter was running and brought her frail, elderly mother along. While the mother and daughter busily prepared, the grandmother hobbled through the room, smiling serenely but vacantly at me. I thought how well she was hiding the misery that her life must be, moment to moment. I thought, "I never want to be that old." I thought, "How long has she got?" I thought.

This morning I heard a librarian is out for the week. Her grandmother has, "had a bit of a fall". There's internal bleeding. A simple fall ceased to be simple when your skin is like wet paper, your bones like papier-mache. Now I'm thinking, "Did she miss that step on purpose?" Now I'm wondering if she was tired of shuffling through the world. I'm picturing her vacant smile and hoping she dies peacefully.
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:P there were three in de bed and the icle one said... 071113
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cr0wl father, son, and holy ghost the three that i admire most 090201
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gja three times one.
when gonna have to think further than than that if this trip is going to be even halfway fullfilling.
heres a thought - trinity.
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flux http://blather.newdream.net/cgi-bin/blather/edition=red/randomlinks 140804
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raze look at that. red has three_words. it was just hiding. well, i'll be a simian creature's long-lost half brother. 140805
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