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on my drive to MI early one morning, the fog was l
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A song written by Sting "Fields of Gold
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September 2008 Model: Melanie
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Based on a true story. (889 words)
Oregon, unaccustomed to sub-zero temperatures, was paralyzed. On Joe and Frankies little farm, the fields were reduced to little more than straw stubble. The wind had scoured and burned the grass
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This is my Autobiography, full of violence, no pro
BEDROOM, AND IT WAS HEATED BY A WOOD STOVE THAT HE COOKED ON TOO. MY MOTHER AND I MOVED IN WITH HIM. THERE WAS NOTHING AROUND BUT COTTON FIELDS AND A SMALL GARDEN. MY GREAT UNCLE ELBRY LIVED CLOSE
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A night in the existence of a vampire whose job is
surrounding Charity was queenly, gold adorned almost every piece of furniture and fine linens were draped all about, but it might as well have been the blackest dungeon. A knock sounded then. Charity
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This a recent repertoire list covering the vast ar
that I Love You Rod Stewart Reason To Believe Rod Stewart Every Breath You Take Sting Fields of Gold Sting Fly Away Edgar Winter I Just Called to Say I Love You Stevie Wonder 8I Do
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A list of my Instrumental Guitar Repertoire
Pasa El Rey Embryonic Journey Eres Tu Europa Far from the Home I Love Fields of Gold Fins Four Strong Winds Freight Train Friend of the Devil From a Distance More Than Words From This Moment G Tune
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My son Michael and I went to New York City in Sept
was The Gold Turned To Sand. Carnegie Hall was built by industrialist Andrew Carnegie in 1891, and is located at 57th Street. After the show, Michael and I went to a karaoke bar at Times Square, and I sang
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A short story
At the west end of Springville road, two fields from the end, on a derelict farm, stood a grove of apple trees. There were a dozen or so, scattered in no apparent order across an acre of land
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