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nsasucks
Joined: 02 Jan 2001
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 Sat Apr 21, 2001 7:27 pm
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It's the next morning. Sun up. His three boys - Jeb, Jed, and Jethro are buried on the knoll beyond the orchard. In the distance, he notices two other smoke pyres. The Franklin residence and ol' Bill Williams place, the elderly cripple. He doesn't need to head over yonder to see what has a happened to them. He need only look abouts his place.
"Damn Yankees!"
Pa fetches his best hunting rifle, still in the tool shed over-looked by the ATF agents; reaching down, he opens a small trap door and pulls out his dusty Winchester, .30-06.
"Damn Yankees." |
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3T3L1
Joined: 08 Mar 2001
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Sat Apr 21, 2001 8:03 pm
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nsasucks
Joined: 02 Jan 2001
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Sat Apr 21, 2001 8:12 pm
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Thank you, 3T3.
And God Bless you.
"Folks is a feared of truth, boy...." |
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nsasucks
Joined: 02 Jan 2001
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Sat Apr 21, 2001 10:34 pm
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And with her boot firmly and happily on my neck, again, she posts away.
"Thanky...thanky kindly Miss Deb!" |
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mark sky
Joined: 14 Oct 2000
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Sat Apr 21, 2001 11:14 pm
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its a bad link that i was sent
sometimes you must know when to crawl into the hole and lick your wounds
betten baddly by the evil ones
that don't exist
there are no more tears in heaven
[Edited 2 times, lastly by mark sky on 04-21-2001] |
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