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  • 1Do you know where I can buy good quality wine?

    Do you know where I can buy good quality wine?

  • 2IS red wine good for young children?

    Pets especially dogs predicts natural calamities before man is why this earthquake as .

  • 3How to remove red wine from wool carpet rug?

    Since the earthquake of a wine bottle fell from a shelf that breaks into my wool blanket " Any ideas would help thanks

  • 4Please, tell me more about quality turf?

    Please, tell me more about quality turf?

  • 5Quality assurance training

    Please, tell me more about quality assurance courses?  

  • 6water quality abd contaminants

    Which of the following is a greenhouse gas?  Methane Nitrous Oxide  Carbon Dioxide  All of the above

  • 7water quality and contaminants

    Which of the following is a greenhouse gas? (Points : 1) Methane Nitrous Oxide Carbon Dioxide All of the above 

  • 8How can I improve the quality of videos downloaded from youtube?

    Hi . I am a student of architecture , I have to do a task with video review. I downloaded several videos ( youtube.com ) on earth trembles ... but the quality is very poor . I'd like to improve that quality , anyone know if it is possible ? Any comments would be appreciated

  • 9Anyone know a good beach with good tidepools in the LA or OC area?

    My family and I have been waiting to go to the beach . We've been waiting to explore some good pools , and nice ocean wildlife . Anyone know any good beaches that offer this.

  • 10ANY GOOD MOViES?

    ok I see movies all you have everything with the world or global warming as the day after tommorow , core, armageddon , u know that guy so if u know any tell me ..... thnx

  • 11Do you think these lyrics are any good?

    they are meant to symbolize the world we live The target shield Verse 1 See the world see that twist and turn For fear that jerks us I see the sun high in the sky The souls of people climbing ever higher And we hide wastelands For peace shall never The sweet grass and blows A planet grows weak And heaven walks slow flowing Thunder blocks until below And we still run until stars Because we know that we deal with the USDA Agricultural Research cards For the breath of life that leads course We ride the skies workhorse The earth shakes and trembles And is bitten by snake gods Choir Verme are now running stride The world becomes a slow Look at the mess they cause Now just stop and pause You can close the door skies Just hide behind the shield of destination Verse 2 Hide your face from now may Close the door to stop the ban The clouds become black again They begin to pour acid rain For our planet is dying And we have to keep trying With the wrath of the USDA Agricultural Research flames They tell us the names of curse'ed Take them keep hiding Ride beside hide keep Do what you want for him is his desire The dark earth burns longs However, our planet has to return Take away what things Prove you are tough enough You can change you know you can Just throw them to raise their voice and hands Choir third verse Now he's gone, what have we done Is it too late, what is our destiny? The world is black again panic Could we have stopped our attack Look at this mess that has been Our planet was one We lost our chance is just Our house has faced her final encore And yet, I still cry There is something to get I know we can not walk But still I have you by my side Gods of the accident and breaks a beam Fog target increased too late The flames of hell have regained We have to stop the pain and recover Choir Verme are now running stride The world becomes a slow Look at the mess they cause Now just stop and pause You can close the door skies Just hide behind the shield of destination

  • 12Do you think this story is good?

    Back to School Evan Good, very good. I turned off the light and complained. Oh, God. Tomorrow is the first day of school, and I could not even get Beddy-bye right time. As sure as he was that my name was Samuel Evan Jones, I fell asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow, the distant sound of rain hitting the roof in my ears. ... "Evan, no!" I held her in my arms. A creature so beautiful she was, an angelic creature, too. He had no right to be a beautiful thing in my arms. But the angel cried on my chest while we were in the golden cloud. The sky was clear and blue, and we were so high that the sun was below us. The angel hair seemed to sweep and float in the air. "Evan. Not let me go!" "No," I promised. I would not. "Please," she cried, her golden hair falling gently in his arms. "No!" Suddenly the cloud was not a cloud, or it was not a rare gold. The sky was rent with darkness, and evaporated the cloud. Wings long and beautiful angel back crumpled into nothingness. Several other angels around me, men and women both, were also falling. The sky was shaking, and I heard the laughter terrible. A man with black wings and another male were fighting with whites. The white-winged launched a halo in black wings, and fell. Fell in Shadowjail. "You have to save me, Evan. You have to. Either everything is lost." We came to the land. Suddenly the earth trembled, and all the other angels also hit. Only one man, with blue eyes and blond hair bright that I instantly knew it was Gabriel, said: "We are not angels that we are now called e-Neph-u-lai-em". The Nephilim . They were angelic beings. They did not belong to the Earth, or elsewhere in the solar system, for that matter. But they are going to try to live here. Suddenly, the dream and woke exploded. ... I was wet. Water long points made my shirt hanging on my chest. My b-ball shorts clung to my legs. I remembered a face in my head at the girl. But ... What had happened? Something inhumanly beautiful, powerful stuff. But I stopped trying to remember because just trying to make my head hurt. I glanced around the room. My poster NBA Lebron mid-jump-shot still hung there. My window was open-wait. I had not left my window open. Why is my window open? I jumped up and walked toward her. The time colonial house, white and tall, my father died in action was drenched by rain. So that was why he was wet. I looked down at me and sighed, trying to hurry and take a shower before Nana Jones yelled. ... "Evan! Would you have breakfast today?" Nana voice echoed down the hall to my room, where I was sliding on my Meks carefully. "Yes, but I have to go to school, Nana, so I can not eat as slow as ever," I replied. This was our usual joke. "You have your ass over here before mixing your skin tan!" Nana cried, but I recognized her jokingly. I smiled and slid on my green Chuck Taylors, ran downstairs. The Jones family kitchen was something like this. Every morning, the kitchen smelled like bacon, breakfast, blueberry pancakes, poached eggs (my favorite breakfast food) grains of the Jones family, hash browns and sausage Bob Evans, all made special by Carol Jones, my mother, who black was between her and my dad. This morning my mother was sitting at the table, reading a copy of the Times new Marquette. "Good morning, Mom," I said as I went and took the plate of Nana, but she snatched it back. "Hey!" I protested. "Manners, boy!" Nana chuckled, and handed me the plate. "Do not you know you never come over your mom like that?" "Yes, Nana," I said, and shook his head, sat. I broke into my plate of blueberry pancakes, drizzled with honey and cinnamon, as I like, with sausage and bacon. There was a part of the poached eggs. I smiled at Nana. "You do amazing breakfasts, Nana," I boasted. "Your mom helped," Mom said, smiling and looking up from his newspaper. The ghost was still pain in his eyes, even two years after the death of my father. Not going out with anyone else. Nana urged him to date, but she would not. She would never. And I still thought it was all my fault. Game, set and match. The table was strangely quiet, as if the two women were thinking about him.