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Decent
Bewarse
Username: Decent
Post Number: 1295
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 63.163.61.3
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Godfather
Bewarse ke Bewarse!
Username: Godfather
Post Number: 19366
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 80.63.180.90
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, March 08, 2005 - 8:50 am: | |
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Thikamaka
Vooriki Bewarse
Username: Thikamaka
Post Number: 4540
Registered: 08-2004
Posted From: 203.101.70.39
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, March 08, 2005 - 8:49 am: | |
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Jackson
Bewarse
Username: Jackson
Post Number: 2489
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 204.69.40.7
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, March 08, 2005 - 8:43 am: | |
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True_indian
Bewarse
Username: True_indian
Post Number: 2324
Registered: 03-2004
Posted From: 192.175.182.25
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Votes: 0 (Vote!) | | Posted on Tuesday, March 08, 2005 - 8:42 am: | |
farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign
>advertising the 4 pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge
>of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a
>tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.
>"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies."
>
>"Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat of the back of his
>neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of
>money." The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into
>his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the
>farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?"
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>"Sure," said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here,
>Dolly!" he called. Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly
>followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his
>face
>against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the
>dogs
>made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else
>stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little ball appeared, this
>one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat
>awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others,doing
>its best to catch up....
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>"I want that one," the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The
>farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that
>puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these
>other
>dogs would." With that the little boy stepped back from the fence,
>reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing
>so
>he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching
>itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer, he
>said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need
>someone who understands." With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached
>down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to
>the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy. "No charge,"
>answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love."
>
>The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
>
> It's National Friendship Week.
>
>Show your friends how much you care. |
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