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Romney allies launch ad war for Illinois primary
Posted on 3/15/2012 @ 6:00 AM
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by calistsea
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In the wild race for the Republican presidential nomination, there has been one constant: When Mitt Romney really needs to do well in a state, he and his allies pour money into ads, most of which attack his rivals. Romney's big-spending tactics battered Newt Gingrich into a fourth-place finish in Iowa, and helped Romney win key contests in New Hampshire, Florida, Nevada, Michigan and Ohio. Now, the former Massachusetts governor and his allies have invested nearly $5 million on the next big prize in the state-by-state race for the Republican nomination: Illinois, which will hold its primary on Tuesday. Most of the spending will go toward ads that attack Rick Santorum, now Romney's chief rival. Romney's campaign, which spent nearly $19 million in January, has spent almost $1 million on cable and broadcast ads mostly in the Chicago area, according to a Republican media buyer who also tracks campaign advertising. It appears Illinois' primary also could become the latest example of the dramatic impact that
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Challenge
Posted on 9/30/2010 @ 7:58 AM
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by poettree
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Challenge the heart
Challenge the mind
Challenge the spirit
To become The Divine
Without a Challenge
Adventure is naught
Mundane is the life
With no battles fought
Don’t let the word Battle
Conjure thoughts of violence and pain
The Battle for Peace
Achieves mutual gain
Battle and
conquer the fear
In your heart.
It’s fear that we use
To keep us apart
That is
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Fear
Posted on 9/29/2010 @ 5:55 AM
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by poettree
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Where is it you hide your fear..
when it becomes real and clear
Does it show upon your face
depending on the time and place?
Can you keep it deep inside
while you smile bright and wide?
Never showing you're afraid
is it the world, or yourself,
you try to persuade
That you are not really scared.
Do you believe that you are prepared.
For, whatever…
come what may,
Be it tomorrow,
or even today
That this uncertain world
may throw your way?
Is there inside a frightened child
who just wants to run free and wild?
Or has the grown up you have become
forgotten how to have real fun?
Have the fears of growing old
hampered you, made you less bold?
Do you find yourself doing
whatever you're told
Just to avoid a potential scold?
Don't let your fears and your worries
make your heart hard and cold
If you are careful
and take things in stride
Fear won't be your master
but your friend and your guide.
Guy Tosto
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Alternative workplace equipment
Posted on 4/28/2010 @ 10:39 PM
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by flyclothes
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Wild white north face 14 beautiful momentWhite shirt + trousers article:The trousers can easily make you all the time with confidence, do not worry there are special circumstances which emptied Oh.Alternative workplace equipmentBasic match: straight body wide sleeves white shirt + blue + gray pants seventh necking cross with black high-heeled sandalsPiont: accessories belt and glasses with a bright candy colors, great sense of T station, on the whole the tone with an important role. Collar designed to meet the overall made it seem fresh; In addition, the shrinking population of pants more suitable for the design of tall narrow hips MM, reduce swelling sense.
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A few little tricks
Posted on 4/14/2010 @ 5:22 AM
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by flyclothes
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Armstrong said in the dressing room by a few little tricks, you can determine whether the good care of clothing:1, the clothes hanging on a rack, then, it naturally fell to the ground, pick it up, observe the change.2, put on, take off, then put on, take a look at the surface changes clothes.3, if it is dress pants or skirts, repeated squatting, standing, sitting a few positions, there is no fold? Have your underwear show?4, if it is soft feathers, fur texture, and dark clothes with, to see not leave marks on dark clothing.5, if you are worried about clothes and easy to fold, knead a small piece of them, see what happens.6, light pull joints, check it easy to open lines.In addition, the article also gives some knowledge on the fabric: If the purchase of warm clothing and durable, wool content not less than 60%, other 40% can be silk and artificial ingredients; if the composition ratio is the opposite , then this dress may be easily deformed; 2-10% of Lycra to increase flexibility, help maintain the original
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Fashion editor
Posted on 4/14/2010 @ 5:17 AM
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by flyclothes
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British "The Times" Lisa Armstrong, fashion editor Recently, That this author Pointed out the paper's Web site: buy clothes, Clothes Hanger, whether this looks amazing how, in your body Before some of the ITS properties, Not Hurry it home. Armstrong introduced the Purchase of Several small coup durable clothing, study material nature is a Crucial Step.First, we must Consider the ease of clothing from the fold. Armstrong Said That, if you fancy clothes and Fabrics as thin as tissue paper, then When you remove it from the bag packaging, it May Have Been crumpled like a piece of rag.Second, Some clothing and is difficult to wait on the washing water Temperature 30 degrees Celsius, the rinsing Separate, Not Drying, Dry-clean only ... ... Before buying your clothes Detailed view within the care label, Especially the white clothing. Before fastidious buy clothes, think about the future care and energy They Have to Spend Money.
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Can not say love
Posted on 1/12/2010 @ 10:36 PM
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by baobao1234
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The role of the story includes the 17 links of london year old girl Sarah, 19 year old boy Kevin, the brother of Sarah Trudy, the father of Sarah Paul and the friend of Paul Gregory.
Gregory came to the home of Paul. It is linksoflondon three years since he saw her family last time. He talks with Paul for long time no see. They referred to the children of Paul. Paul said I will call them to see you. Gregory see three lovely children come to his direction. He is especially aware the beauty of Sarah. She wears a short skirt moved with her lively step. Her face is filled with a maiden laugh. He was amazed by the sight in front of him. He feels links of london sale that he should turn around his face, while he still stares at her.
Gregory does not why he so much like to come to Paul home. Once he has time, he will together with the girl. He knows that she will go links london abroad for further study. He asked her. “What do you want to learn” “Ah …art.” “Art….he is astonished. You do not need learn art”
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On Truth: had to vent
Posted on 2/9/2009 @ 10:09 AM
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#Poetry
by rackworld
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I am but a man with two hands
And a brain 2 times stronger than
The hands of this world’s 1st and 2nd strongest man
I have but thoughts and words
That penetrate further than
Even the most heinous
Weapon of mass destruction
I give respect to worthy
Tongue lashings to the deserving
And offer praise not a moment before it is due
At birth, I traded tact for simplicity’s sake
Lost sight of diplomacy
When I met unadulterated Truth
Now Truth and I have “sojourned”
For quite some time now
Although we should know each other pretty well
Truth and I never cease to amaze each other
As a young lad
I traded my soul for appearances
And have been buying it back with interest
In the long years since
I’m a numbers guy by trade
An educator by fate
And a father because life nor I
Would have it any other way
I’m a fighter when I love
And love the rush
When it’s time to fight
I frown on social morays
Smile upon individuality
All the while still waiting on that slow dance with Destiny
My Destiny
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Him
Posted on 11/25/2008 @ 1:09 PM
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#Poetry
by Amber
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Him
who is he?
Well him is someone that we look for when we are in love.
So here is the list of what he is?
He stands by your side
he holds you when you are hurt
he is your shoulder to cry on
the person that tells you that he loves you
the person that holds you and talks to you whennobody will
he never judges you
he never hurts you
he never lies to you
He isn't perfect but when he is yours
When he holds you
you know how lucky you are to be in his arms.
To feel his breath on your skin
To kiss you
To hold you
To whisper secrets in your ear
That is who he is
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SOMEBODY
Posted on 11/25/2008 @ 1:06 PM
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#Poetry
by Amber
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I rely on you because I trust you
I hurt her because I was trying to protect you
forgive me if I don't make any sence
Like i care
All I want you to know is that
You are somebody
Somebody who I care for
Somebody who I love
Somebody who I want to hold forever
Somebody who I never want to let go of
Could I be your somebody?
You could hold me back
Would I ever be your somebody,
Somebody
help
me
somebody tell me what to do?
You are my somebody yet you left for your somebody.
so now
I am nobody
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On Everything
Posted on 11/15/2008 @ 11:13 PM
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#Poetry
by rackworld
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I find myself overwhelmed
When I should be whelming over
Now, more than ever I need a moment to lean
Instead of always providing the shoulder
I’ve surrounded myself with positive people
But the net result is negative
I’ve discovered that the consequence
Of most of my friendships
Has been an overwhelmingly unilateral benefit
Most often to my detriment
I give and they take
And that’s about the end of it
But as with anything else
The strong get tested
And the weak get protected
As we nationally celebrate mediocrity
And fall further from prominence on a global scale
The wealthy continue to accumulate
While the rest of us suffocate
And the best of us are just obliterated
I was once a stand up guy
But have fallen so deep in grime
That I now contemplate armed robbery or homicide
Before I rest and as I rise
Because I’ll kill before I let my child go hungry
Even if it is for one night
There was a time when hard work was enough
But now hard work is nothing
Unless you’re working hard for
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Words of Beauty
Posted on 10/2/2008 @ 3:48 PM
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#Poetry
by ravynedarke
2 comments
The Prettiest Mother in the World
Her face is no longer smooth,
it is lined by time.
Even if she doesn't look the same,
she is still that dear mother of mine.
She has always given of herself to me,
nothing was I ever denied.
She laughed when I laughed,
she comforted me when I cried.
There is no one like her,
I don't think there will ever be.
No one means as much to me,
as she.
To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like,
I guess it is a matter of pride.
For the things that make her the most beautiful,
are the things she has inside.
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Journey Into the Darkness
Posted on 10/2/2008 @ 3:43 PM
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#Poetry
by ravynedarke
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Gothic Haiku
darkness dwells within
hides me in its black cover
i long for my death
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Florida Health Insurance On Healthy Kids
Posted on 7/25/2008 @ 5:33 PM
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#Poetry
by floridahealthinsurance
1 comments
Our chief financial offierc, Alex Sink, of Florida announced that she is calling for an independent audit of WellCare. They need to determine how much money WellCare Health Plans Inc. owes to a state program, Florida healthy kids,that provides Florida health insurance for children whose family income makes them ineligible for Medicaid.
Sink's comments followed the disclosure by WellCare that it would restate earnings for 2004, 2005, 2006 and the first half of 2007 since determining it owes refunds under contracts to provide managed care services for government health care programs in Florida and Illinois.
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kerida amada mia
Posted on 7/16/2008 @ 11:26 PM
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#Poetry
by lokodesmadroso
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KERIDA AMADA MIA
Lo siento si te miento pero mientras tu escribes cartas de amor io te miento y engaño querida amada mia, perfecta al estar dormida en mi cama tu belleza no cuesta admirar
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Mid May, On the Green
Posted on 5/28/2008 @ 11:37 PM
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#Poetry
by eyesonme
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I made a tripto the Shrine of the Black Madonna.I suggest that you do, tooBut wait 'til you appreciate its novelty.I suggest you leave and return.It helps to understand its necessity.I spent time with brothers walking Ralph David Abernathy,Driving Northside and Peachtree.We learned and taught, feared and danced and hurt,Sauntered behind the beating drums,Rejoicing in commencing family.I love a woman, colorful like a Jacob LawrenceWith the mind of Ann Fudge,Who can chat and chew the world into a jumbled line of logicLike Pomp and processing faculty.Take a trip, pick your cross, and share the light with me.
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I Feel It in My Soul
Posted on 5/9/2008 @ 2:22 AM
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#Poetry
by eyesonme
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I don't know if I reveled in the riches of the West,Whether I came from the genius of the East,Or if I traded in the glory of the South,But I know I come from Africa.I feel it in my soulWhere my heart beats like round-the-fire drums,Where my mind thinks like Ashante wisdom,And my hands build tributes to Kemetian grandeur.I don't know if I bathed in the Pontchartrain,If I swam in the salty tears of the Gulf,Of if I sank into the switching Mississippi,But I know I was baptised by Katrina.I feel it in my soulFrom where I'm pulled to Jena, whether by Al or Jesse,When Jazzfest trumpets blast like Gabriel,And when New Babylon's jumbled tonges all ring the same to me.Whether by fire or flood,By my will or divinity,Or by sight, be it brown, blue or greenI know I'm God's walkin', singin' child.I can feel it in my soulWhere it burns when they curse me,Where it hurts when they bind me, phisically or mentally,Where I find the misdirected motivation to struggle.
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Five Years Ago...The War in Iraq
Posted on 3/20/2008 @ 3:18 PM
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#Poetry
by InsideScoop
1 comments
Five years go, we started a war
Went to Baghdad and kicked down the door
Insane to tell to Hussein, “Get your ass on the floor”
We went for the oil, nothing less, nothing more
Five years ago, we thought this was for the better
9/11 made us bond, brought the patriots together
Decided to go abroad before we took care of home
So for five years, these thoughts won’t leave me alone
First, there’s still a war against Willie Lynch
Start to make a change, instead of riding the bench
How you gonna raise men from boys
Without once citing Booker T. and Du Bois?
Technology gave knowledge to the masses
But we need the World Wide W.E.B. in these classes.
Second, how do you expect a man to love a woman he knows
When all he’s ever known was bitches and hoes?
How can a brother love a lady he adores
When he’s only referred to females as skeezers and whores?
How do you expect an armed teen to halt on the trigger
When every Black man to him is a nigger?
See, your words cause your actions from your head to
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Click to view"Summer"
Posted on 1/1/2008 @ 11:46 AM
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by poettree
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Summer's here, at least a touch.Winter's gone, but not by much.A whole season ahead to plan,of tall, cool drinks and ceiling fans.So grab a drink, sit back, relax.Watch a fan revolve its slats.Feel it gently push the airYour cheek caressed by a wisp of hair.And if the night's too hot to sleepat least a sleep that's sound and deep,Then take a breath and lie real stilland think about winters gripping chill.But that won't work most of the timeand neither will a glass of wine.So get up and get out of bed go outside and raise your headAnd even on the stillest night you'll feel a breezehowever slight.But make the most of summer timein December it will be sublimeand you'll be wishing for these daysOf heat, humidity, and haze.G. Tosto
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Click to view "Time"
Posted on 1/1/2008 @ 11:45 AM
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by poettree
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TIMETick…tock… goes the clock ad infinitum.Stars and planets glide through space as they slowly spin.Time is just a measure of how long things take to change.Sooner or later every thing will all be re-arranged.Do not fear the march of time it waits for no human.So make the best of the time that's left, things never go as planned.Don't be distraught by any thought of pain imagined or real.If nothing else, time has in itself the true power to heal.G.Tosto
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