Republicus
"Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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ah-oh! have you been bitten by the beamish' bug?
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Hi Nanc. You're all a great crowd. And I wouldn't have known that there was such a strong conservative community in the blogosphere...
...if it wasn't for you. :)
She is a connector... isn't she? ;-)
i'm a connector...
*:]
now, if you really, really want to have some fun? come out and play! this site makes sayet's look like a potty chair...
Nanc, are you trying to "unleash the hounds?" ;)
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