His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to eke out a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black …
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This is a poem I wrote a few days ago about a little girl who was stricken with cancer and her mother who is trying to stay brave for her little bumblebee...
-- By Victoria Benway (submitted to Inspire21.com April 25, 2003)
~I grab a hold of your hand~
and I just can't let it go
It's not right; it'‚s not time
~"Please God, please no"~
~I remember the day the doctors told me~
Their words came out, but I could not hear
I choked the breath out of my body
It Pays To Barter
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barÔêÖter 1 v.t. to exchange without using money 2 n. trade by exchange
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