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Did I hear a voice or was it only in my mind? My body quivered at the sight of the deer leaping through the before serene air, my face relaxed, previously numb to any disturbances. The sound of a twig breaking was the start and suddenly as if through a halo of sunlight, the deer stood before me and hesitated. I sighed, and realized the report of killing a beautiful animal would not be on my diary page today. I raised my arms and shouted “run!” and the deer obeyed.

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“Shout it from the treetops” the group chanted loudly, wanting the crowd to join in their fight. “Censorship will not be tolerated!” There were naysayers trying to worm their way into the group with signs listing books of which they didn’t approve. One wonders if these people had even taken the time to actually read any of the soon to be banned books.

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Joe trudged through the white sheet of snow, prepared with his handy bucket to pluck the first sprigs of spring. It was his usual daily visit to the old lady’s garden these days where a prolific amount of tiny green whiskers seemed to pop up everywhere.

In springtime, Joe was always a bluster, accompanied by his evil cat, Morticia, who would happily sprint along with him, seemingly conscious of his dastardly behavior. The old lady was now bed bound and on her good days, wondered why Joe never brought her the usual vase of flowering buds to her bedside. It seems Joe had grown tired of this chore and nipped it in the bud.

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Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone / Original recording

It was the third of September; that day I’ll always remember,
‘Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him;
Never heard nothin’ but bad things about him.
Mama I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.
Mama just looked at him and said, “Son,
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Hey, Mama, is it true what the say,
That Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, they talk all around town say that
Papa had three outside children and another wife
And that ain’t right.
Heard them talkin’ about Papa doing some storefront preachin’
Talkin’ about saving your souls and
All the time weak, dealin’ in death
And stealin’ in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head and said,
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Hey, Mama, I
Heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades.
Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg; borrow or steal to pay his bills.
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin’;
Spend most of his time chasin’ women and drinkin’!
Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth.
Mama just hung her head and said, “Son,
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”
Papa was a rollin’ stone.
Wherever he laid his head was his home.
And when he died, all he left us was alone.”

Source: Musixmatch. Songwriters: Norman Whitfield / Barrett StrongPapa Was a Rollin’ Stone lyrics © Stone Diamond Music Corp.

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“What the hell happened here?” It was the owner’s day off and he was outside his office with the weekly toil of cutting back the damn kudzu that threatened to takeover the sidewalk. The root was stubborn and he wanted his place of business to be well groomed. He smelled a stench of bodily fluids and looked around to see a satyr-like man peeing on his favorite rose bushes. “I can’t believe how this neighborhood has gone to the dogs, some of them human, I see.”

The owner decided to take matters in his own hands and approached the unkempt man. “I say, sir, would you mind not desecrating my flowers?”

The man looked down in his drunken state and mumbled “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold it”. The owner went over, took down the garden hose coiled on the side of the building. He opened the tap and sprayed the man with cold water. The offender screamed. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t hold it.”

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Revealing interviews and archive footage tell the story of Garth Brooks’ humble beginnings, rise to fame and unprecedented impact on country music. Watch all you want. Garth Brooks has been ranked as the bestselling solo artist in the U.S., and has twice won Artist of the Decade awards.

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