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However, the knowledge of which divinity chose what heaven for their abode was and remains a mystery. From this eminence the gods would hear mortal prayers and descend to earth in physical form. Although exceedingly remote within such majesty, the Divine Couple played not only a powerful but a tender and intimate part in human life.

It was they who would determine not just the birthday but the fundamental destiny of each and every mortal as we enter the world. These levels of the cosmos were reflected in a towering temple the Aztecs built to Ometeotl. This tower had one story for each layer of the heavens, and the highest was black and studded with stars. Ometeotl never felt love or anger for mortals, but was aloof and ambivalent to our existence, finding completion in itself. He was the god of springtime and rejuvenation, of fertility itself, and his skin was the color blood red.

He was the lord of darkness, the biggest of the four brothers, and some would say the most terrible of them. When in the form of a man he shone as white as a star, but often he soared through the sky as a giant serpent covered in plumes of emerald green. With the appearance of these four new gods, eternity started to be counted in the years, and the vastness of space was separated into dark waters below a midnight sky.

Ometecuhtli and Omecihuatl, the Divine Couple, entrusted their sons with unique creative powers of their own. Six hundred years passed by in divine tranquility. Since the dawn of time, the order of duality had always held the universe in harmonious balance. But now the new gods were proving restless, and the tensions between them were ever growing. It was this tension the world had been waiting for. Under the Lord and Lady of Duality opposites were often found to be complementary to each other, and when these dynamic forces strained away from each other, the result was often a bursting of creations.

The four brother gods assembled together at last. They debated what work needed to be done, how to organize their duties, and which laws they would establish and agree to follow.

Of all the gods, no relationship was more volatile than that of the two greatest, Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl. Since they were both offshoots of the same great spirit, they could sometimes work together as allies. But their destinies more often called on them to strive against each other as eternal rivals. Now in these days, beneath the dark and swirling heavens there was no land to be found, just the endless surface of the water. As it happens, these brothers were no longer alone in the cosmos.

At the horizon where the sea meets sky, an endless waterfall poured steadily down from the levels of heaven, filling up the ocean. It was down this primeval cascade a hideous goddess made her way. She was a colossal, amphibious monster, as broad and loathsome as a toad. Spiny, taloned, and with a huge toothy maw, she had crocodilian ridges along her back that stretched like great mountain ranges. Her body was covered over with alarming eyes where no eyes should be.

Being eternally hungry she even had beastly jaws at her elbows, jaws at her knees, and jaws at her wrists, snapping at the air when there was nothing left to bite. Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca said to each other that they could not complete their work of forming the earth with such a horrendous creature in their midst. No sooner was this agreed upon when they were struck by an idea: They could mold the earth using the body of Tlaltecuhtli herself.

Peering into the dark water the two brothers could see the female monster swimming far below. To entice her to come to the surface Tezcatlipoca wiggled his mighty foot above the water as a bait.

This event would ripple forever through the ages for, as it happens, Tezcatlipoca would one day become the most powerful god on earth, and neither he nor anyone would forget this mutilation. Enraged, Tezcatlipoca seized the monster by her mouth and, pulling violently, tore her lower jaw from her skull. Unable to close her mouth, Tlaltecuhtli was now trapped on the surface of the water.

The two brothers quickly transformed themselves into a pair of enormous serpents. Quetzalcoatl seized the goddess by the right hand and the left foot, while Tezcatlipoca bound her from the left hand to the right foot, forming a sort of cross along her body.

Wrestling with the immense deity, the two pulled violently at Tlaltecuhtli until finally she was torn in two pieces. Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl left one half of her body floating on the water to make the earth. Her other half they carried victoriously up to heaven, with which they formed the watery dome of the sky.

To their minds she had been chaos itself, and her transformation seemed to reintroduce a kind of order to the world. Far from being proud of their sons, however, the Divine Couple were furious with the violent slaying and dismembering of Tlaltecuhtli. They ordered all the gods to descend to where her shambled remains lay floating, in order to console her spirit and try to make amends with her. The Lord and Lady of Duality ordered that from her body would spring a new and abundant form of life.

This was the first vegetation. Her hair sprouted into trees and flowers, while dainty grasses billowed from her skin. From her sorrowful eyes came springs and fountains, from her mouths deep caverns and mighty rivers. Her shoulders pushed up to form the mountains, and around her nose was found their rolling valleys.

But one feature had not changed. Those hungry mouths were still everywhere, biting at her own lips and moaning with hunger. True, when it rained she was refreshed. When flowers shriveled, trees fell down, or an animal quietly returned to dust she found a form of sustenance.

But she demanded more than being polluted every day with worldly filth and refuse. In time, the nutrition that she would come to demand and depend on above all others would be the hearts of human beings. The ancients believed that when men were killed in combat or were offered up as victims on the stone of sacrifice, Tlaltecuhtli greedily drank their blood. Sometimes late at night, they said, when the wind blows you could still hear her weeping, whispering for our flesh. She would not be silenced without such offerings, nor bear fruit without an irrigation of the blood of men.

The ancients found a poetic way to honor Tlaltecuhtli: At first it seems as if the Aztecs carved sculptures of every god but her. Meanwhile, the Divine Couple was busy as well. They formed the formless darkness into a sacred night, and pinpointed the light into twinkling stars.

At the horizon, the night sky curled down to join with the water, as if it were a house whose walls were made of the sea, and the black water and stars mingled in the heavenly vault.

S OON after the formation of the earth and sky, other gods began to appear in the heavens. One was Tlaloc, the god of rain who poured forth fresh springs from the mountaintops. Although he looked fearsome, with large sharp canines and a goggled mask, he was a very giving and benevolent god. As he was also the god of time, the march of time itself was now divided into the days and months.

The spirits next soared up into the sky, dividing the heavens into thirteen levels, and they dove down to the center of the earth, sculpting the underworld into nine dark regions. Although the sky had been hoisted high above the water, it still would need four pillars to prop and brace it up securely.

The four original brothers traveled to each of the four compass points. These gods conjured up four impossibly tall trees, higher than the peaks of mountains. So tall in fact that they became known as the World Trees. Now the looming, watery dome of the sky overhead was stabilized in their mighty, interwoven branches.

The gods decided to create a new, perishable race that would resemble the gods in form and serve them on the earth. To begin with, they created a prototype: The first two human beings. Oxomoco cultivated the fields while Cipactonal busied herself with spinning and weaving. As the first human children of such illustrious parents, this happy couple was sparked with a divine fire.

When their time on earth was spent, their spirits were not sent tumbling into the Underworld but were lifted into the heavens to forever live as immortals among the gods.

A T last the earth had been completed, sculpted into mountains and valleys, and all was much as we know it today. There was just one massive omission: The sun. The gods assembled in a conclave down on earth to create the first sun together.

But soon they would have to agree on which god would escort it up through the sky; a tremendous honor. Unsurprisingly, several gods coveted that duty. The gods stood in a large circle facing each other and stretched their hands forward. Together they summoned a new light from the depths of the cosmos, and they began to gather it up into a ball. When the disc of the sun was complete, all the gods stepped backward to admire what they had created together. With a leap, Tezcatlipoca rose up into the sky, and the first dawn was born.

Finally they looked at each other and shrugged. After all, Tezcatlipoca was so powerful. Tezcatlipoca was victorious, but his sun was not the glory that we know today. It did shine, but dimly and dark red, about as half as bright as nowadays. It did rise, but when it reached the zenith the sun would start to sputter and go out, having only enough power for the first half of its course.

These giants were so powerful they could rip trees up by the roots. They knew no crops. The giants lived only on acorns they gathered from the tree tops. They were so big, in fact, that they were afraid to crouch down or lean over, scared of collapsing under their own weight. For long years the Smoking Mirror, Tezcatlipoca, ruled in this dismal fashion. The other gods realized they had made a mistake, that this first run of the cosmos was a failure.

The people were too big and the sun too small. Wielding a gigantic staff, he rose up and attacked Tezcatlipoca, knocking him from the sky. The dark god plummeted into the ocean and disappeared. Then from the water there came a great boiling and churning. A smoldering Tezcatlipoca rose from the ocean in the form of an angry and enormous jaguar. If he could not rule over these creations, he was determined to destroy them.

These were feared as nocturnal monsters which drew their powers from the earth. With this army he went on a rampage. The jaguars devoured all of the unhappy giants and cast the world into darkness once again. Much later, the Aztecs would believe that the fossils they discovered were left over from this destruction.

The Aztecs were able to watch it recreate the fall of the first sun, as it disappeared into the Pacific every night. As it happens, the widespread jaws of the earth monster Tlaltecuhtli lay waiting for it. The sun was swallowed by her and during the night it passed eastward through the bowels of the underworld.

Dethroned from the sky, Tezcatlipoca turned his energies to the earth. He created a new and smaller race on earth, people the size of modern humans.

First he sculpted four hundred men, and after that he crafted a mere four women. These early people ate handfuls of pine nuts and the harsh mesquite for food, and they lived a hard life. To satisfy her, Tezcatlipoca ordered these men to learn the arts of warfare.

They were instructed to do battle not with the goal of killing their opponents, but to capture them and bring them home where they would be offered to Tlaltecuhtli as a human sacrifice on the altar stone. The fields of battle where the first blood fell became the meadows where the earth lady sent forth grateful shoots. Tezcatlipoca suffered Quetzalcoatl to rule for as long as he himself had ruled.

But once the years had passed, the time had come to end it. He attacked the wind god with a tremendous kick, and the second sun was knocked from his firmament. Quetzalcoatl plummeted toward earth, picking up speed as he fell.

As he tore through the atmosphere the god swirled up a mighty windstorm. For days, the force of a hurricane swept across the earth. Homes were dashed apart, trees blown flat, and the warlike residents were thrown to the winds.

A few were spared by scrambling to the tops of trees, clinging to their flexible branches, but even these were transformed by the gods into monkeys. It was they who would repopulate the species. It was time for a third sun to rule the skies and now old Tlaloc, the rain god, took his turn. After relatively peaceful years Quetzalcoatl convinced Xiuhtecuhtli, the god of fire, to put an end to it.

One morning, as if in a cynical tribute to the Sun of Rain, Xiuhtecuhtli let fall his own precipitation: A rain of fire. Lava, flames, burning sand, and volcanic rock blazed from the sky, consuming everything in the inferno. The few who miraculously survived were transformed into wild turkeys. Just as before, one human pair was saved by imitating their clever ancestors who hid in a cave. After a day-long blaze, the sun himself finally succumbed to the heat and went up in smoke.

It began to seem as if all creation and all destruction in the universe would simply be cosmic battles between Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl. Life was prosperous, but melancholy: It rained all the time. Three hundred and twelve years passed by of nibbling grass corn, sitting, and staring at the rain. After weeks went by it became obvious it was unnatural.

Did it come from Tezcatlipoca? Was he exacting his revenge upon his rival? Or was Chalchiuhtlicue overdoing her own watery bounty for reasons known only to her? First the lakes and then even the ocean continued to rise and rise.

People were evacuated to the mountaintops to escape the flood, but at last even these high peaks washed over. In the end, even the exhausted heavens finally collapsed onto the earth, and the tempest was over. First by monsters of the earth, then by air, then by fire, and lastly by water. But life on earth was not quite through. There was Gathering Flowers For The Masters Bouquet man and one woman left alive on earth.

No one has ever claimed to be able to peer into the mind of the inscrutable Tezcatlipoca. But although that god had so often been indifferent to the lives of mortals, for a reason known only to him he had shown affection to a certain human couple just before the flood.

Thus, when the flood arrives, you will be safe. When the last of the kernels are gone you will find that your tree trunk has stopped rocking, and the water has receded from the earth. Obediently they nibbled their corn cobs, finding that just a little in fact went a long way. After many days of the deluge their vessel finally lodged on a high hill and they found that they were safe.

But while they were finding their land-legs again they saw something they had never seen before: A fish, one of their unfortunate brethren left behind by the flood. Tata and Nene had grown used to corn by now, and were tempted by the promise of this new and exotic food. So Tata took some splinters of wood and began to twirl them rapidly between his hands.

A little smoke appeared from this fire drill, then fire. The couple happily began to roast the fish in what they thought of as yet one more new discovery. But while they were feasting, meanwhile the black smoke was rising up into the heavens. As luck would have it, the telltale plume was noticed by none less than the Divine Couple—Star-Shine and Starry-Skirt. It was as if they had been preparing a sort of human sacrifice to the gods from their kindred fish, but why was the Smoking Mirror so angry?

Was it because instead of fasting as would be appropriate for such a penance they were about to consume the burnt offering themselves? Gathering Flowers For The Masters Bouquet because to create a fire without asking for a blessing from the gods was in itself a transgression?

Or worst of all was their sin of having directly disobeyed Tezcatlipoca? Disgusted, the god struck off their heads, attached them to their bottoms, and transformed the two of them into a pair of dogs for having behaved like animals.

Granted, Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl had been the agents of destruction through four ages of man. But for now they agreed to meet once more not as adversaries but as allies.

At the destruction of the fourth sun, the celestial vault had collapsed onto the earth and would need to be restored to proper height. Although the sky below it was filled with the elements or air and fire, the blue dome itself was actually as heavy as earth and swollen with water, for it had been created from a part of Tlaltecuhtli.

Having collapsed back onto the mountains, it Gathering Flowers For The Masters Bouquet take a tremendous effort to lift it again. The two gods traveled across the earth in opposite directions until they reached the horizon. From there, Tezcatlipoca entered the goddess Tlaltecuhtli through her mouth and Quetzalcoatl entered through her navel.

Next they passed through the underworld towards each other, until they finally met up in her heart. Here they took root and began to grow skywards, transforming themselves into two saplings. Up, up they grew, pushing through the earth and lifting the sky with them, until as two great new World Trees they supported the firmament once more with their mighty limbs.

Leaving the World Trees to their duty, the two spirits leapt from the trunks and set about reconstructing the damaged earth. Tezcatlipoca used his wooden fire drill to kindle many small flames, relighting all of the extinguished stars in the night sky to honor the Lord and Lady of Duality once more. When the earth was restored to her former glory, Quetzalcoatl and Tezcatlipoca rose into the sky from the edges of the world and traveled across the re-illuminated universe. Meeting each other at the center of heaven, they stood side by side and proclaimed themselves the rulers of all that lay before them.

The Divine Couple was pleased. To honor their two sons for their efforts, they Gathering Flowers For The Masters Bouquet the Milky Way, to be a road for Tezcatlipoca and Quetzalcoatl as lords of the heavens. E IGHT years after the great downpour, the last of the flood tides had drained away. Once again the world was cold, dark, and deserted.

A council was held in heaven, and all of the gods attended. Their kingdom of the dead was quite bustling by now. The heavenly council agreed that recreating humankind was the first priority.

One answer may be that the gods were simply not masters without mortals to serve and worship them. The other may be that, like Tlaltecuhtli, the gods were finding a hunger inside them that only the vitality of humans could fill.

The council decided that one of their number must make a journey down into Mictlan Meek-TLAWNthe underworld, to search for the bones of humans who had died in an earlier age. These precious bones once brought up to heaven might then be magically resurrected into a pair of living beings. Quetzalcoatl, the god of wind, was chosen for the quest. Quetzalcoatl departed, travelling north into the great steppes——a chilly, twilight country. Here the entrance to Mictlan lay through a large, deep cave.

Xolotl took the form of a large dog. He offered to serve his brother as a guide through Mictlan, with which he was very familiar. Descending cautiously into the underworld, Quetzalcoatl passed beneath the rocks and roots of trees into a dangerous place, daunting even to the god who had long ago helped create it. It was damp and cavernous, and moist with excrement where insects fed and bodies rotted. He dropped deeper and deeper through the nine levels of Gathering Flowers For The Masters Bouquet kingdom of the dead, until he reached the throne room of the Lord and Lady of Mictlan.

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Condolences may be sent to the family online at www. Identify skill development needs for funeral home staff. In the old wars kings quarreling and thousands of men following. In the new wars kings quarreling and millions of men following. In the wars to come kings kicked under the dust and millions of men following great causes not yet dreamed out in the heads of men.

And a red juice runs on the green grass; And a red juice soaks the dark soil. And the sixteen million are killing. I never forget them day or night: They beat on my head for memory of them; They pound on my heart and I cry back to them, To their homes and women, dreams and games. I wake in the night and smell the trenches, And hear the low stir of sleepers in lines-- Sixteen million sleepers and pickets in the dark: Some of them long sleepers for always, Some of them tumbling to sleep to-morrow for always, Fixed in the drag of the world's heartbreak, Eating and drinking, toiling.

Sixteen million men. Fighting in France inAmerican poet Joyce Kilmer wrote this poem upon losing 21 comrades in battle. The poem was read at their burial. Five months later, the poem was read at Kilmer's own grave when he was killed in action at the age of There lie many fighting men, Dead in their youthful prime, Never to laugh nor love again Nor taste the Summertime.

For Death came flying through the air And stopped his flight at the dugout stair, Touched his prey and left them there, Clay to clay. He hid their bodies stealthily In the soil of the land they fought to free And fled away. Now over the grave abrupt and clear Three volleys ring; And perhaps their brave young spirits hear The bugle sing: "Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Slumber well where the shell screamed and fell.

Let your rifles rest on the muddy floor, You will not need them any more. Danger's past; Now at last, Go to sleep! Never fear but in the skies Saints and angels stand Smiling with their holy eyes On this new-come band.

Michael's sword darts through the air And touches the aureole on his hair As he sees them stand saluting there, His stalwart sons; And Patrick, Brigid, Columkill Rejoice that in veins of warriors still The Gael's blood runs. Comrades true, born anew, peace to you! Your souls shall be where the heroes are And your memory shine like the morning-star. Brave and dear, Shield us here. The air strike killed 1, civilians. Picasso's painting is the emblem of war's innocent victims.

On their foreheads and breasts Are the little holes where death came in As thunder, while they were playing their important summer games. Do not weep for them, Madre. They are gone forever, the little ones, Straight to heaven to the saints, And God will fill the bullet holes with candy. The answer is simply that most of the poets and their poems did not survive the conflict. What we do have for World War Two poetry is no less remarkable and documents the struggles of a different generation.

Keith Douglas was already a published poet while studying at Oxford when the war began. He served almost three years before he was killed in action at Normandy. Peter was unfortunately killed by an 88; it took his leg away, he died in the ambulance. I saw him crawling on the sand, he said It's most unfair, they've shot my foot off. How can I live among this gentle obsolescent breed of heroes, and not weep? Unicorns, almost, for they are fading into two legends in which their stupidity and chivalry are celebrated.

Each, fool and hero, will be an immortal. These plains were their cricket pitch and in the mountains the tremendous drop fences brought down some of the runners. Here then under the stones and earth they dispose themselves, I think with their famous unconcern. It is not gunfire I hear, but a hunting horn. He died there from a gunshot wound in He was And we stretched out, unbuttoning our braces, Smoking a Woodbine, darning dirty socks, Reading the Sunday papers — I saw a fox And mentioned it in the note I scribbled home; And we talked of girls and dropping bombs on Rome, And thought of the quiet dead and the loud celebrities Exhorting us to slaughter, and the herded refugees; — Yet thought softly, morosely of them, and as indifferently As of ourselves or those whom we For years have loved, and will again Tomorrow maybe love; but now it is the rain Possesses us entirely, the twilight and the rain.

And I can remember nothing dearer or more to my heart Than the children I watched in the woods on Saturday Shaking down burning chestnuts for the schoolyard's merry play Or the shaggy patient dog who followed me By Sheet and Steep and up the wooded scree To the Shoulder o' Mutton where Edward Thomas brooded long On death and beauty — till a bullet stopped his song. Karl Shapiro served for the U. He died at the age of 86 in the yearleaving behind a full body of poetic works.

I encourage you to get a copy. Workers raise Their oily arms in good salute and grin. Kids scream as at a circus.

Business men Glance hopefully and go their measured way. And women standing at their dumbstruck door More slowly wave and seem to warn us back, As if a tear blinding the course of war Might once dissolve our iron in their sweet wish.

Fruit of the world, O clustered on ourselves We hang as from a cornucopia In total friendliness, with faces bunched To spray the streets with catcalls and with leers. A bottle smashes on the moving ties And eyes fixed on a lady smiling pink Stretch like a rubber-band and snap and sting The mouth that wants the drink-of-water kiss. And on through crummy continents and days, Deliberate, grimy, slightly drunk we crawl, The good-bad boys of circumstance and chance, Whose bucket-helmets bang the empty wall Where twist the murdered bodies of our packs Next to the guns that only seem themselves.

And distance like a strap adjusted shrinks, Tightens across the shoulder and holds firm. Here is a deck of cards; out of this hand Dealer, deal me my luck, a pair of bulls, The right draw to a flush, the one-eyed jack. Diamonds and hearts are red but spades are black, And spades are spades and clubs are clovers — black. But deal me winners, souvenirs of peace. This stands to reason and arithmetic, Luck also travels and not all come back.

Trains lead to ships and ships to death or trains, And trains to death or trucks, and trucks to death, Or trucks lead to the march, the march to death, Or that survival which is all our hope; And death leads back to trucks and trains and ships, But life leads to the march, O flag! World War Two Poetry also includes poetry about the Holocaust, the world's most disturbing memory of this war.

So profound was its effect on humanity, that it has its own remembrance day and has become a literary genre as well. And in Treblinka 1plowed in rows, The tiny little shoes and clothes. Where is the field of teddy bears? They must have come with teddy bears Held tightly with little fingers. Would not have come without their toys.

GOD knows! A child's shoe and chess piece found at Treblinka. Adolf Berman, a survivor of the Warsaw ghetto, was with Soviet troops when they reached the Treblinka concentration camp. The former death camp had been destroyed and plowed under.

Testifying in Jerusalem at the Eichmann Trial May 3,session 26he recalled, "I saw a sight which I shall never forget, a tremendous area of many kilometers, and all over this area there were scattered skulls, bones — tens of thousands; and piles of shoes — among them tens of thousands of little shoes.

It is the last exhibit. The Exodus Ship with its 4, passengers 1, of whom were children was sent back to the DP camps of Germany. During the s, when many Jews were fleeing the Nazi takeover of Europe, Britain closed the gates of Jewish immigration. This policy continued until Aprilwhen the United States committed its military forces to intervene against the British to allow the resettlement ofJewish Holocaust survivors.

Unable to stand against the resistance of Arab governments, the U. The British Mandate was to be terminated with withdrawal of forces from the territory as soon as possible. Amidst the euphoria of his fellow Jews, future first President of Israel Chaim Weizmann issued a dire warning:. It is the most famous of all Israeli poems about war.

True to Weizmann's prediction, the U. It became a full-blown regional war the day the U. As the nation stands up Torn at heart but existing To receive its first wonder In two thousand years. As the moment draws near It will rise, darkness facing Stand straight in the moonlight In terror and joy.

When across from it step out Towards it slowly pacing In plain sight of all A young girl and a boy. To change garb, to wipe brow They have not yet found time Still bone weary from days And from nights in the field. Thus like statues they stand Stiff and still with no motion And no sign that will show If they live or are dead. Then a nation in tears And amazed at this matter Will ask: who are you?

And the two will then say. Then they fall back in darkness As the dazed nation looks And the rest can be found In the history books. Few poems from the Vietnam era have survived in popularity; but the songs remain.

There was a moment in musical time — between the surfing songs of the late s and the Beatles' release of their albums Revolver and Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band — when folk-pop emerged.

Song lyrics were printed with albums for the first time. The demand was for the poetry. This is the unique mark that Vietnam War songs made on musical history. Several recordings from the folk-pop music of those years have stood the test of time by retaining their popularity. What follows are favorite war song lyrics from the Vietnam War period. Many of these Vietnam War songs are cultural icons that play in any American war and military conflict.

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Drift (Instrumental) - Yesterdays Kidz - To The Waters (Vinyl, LP, Album), Wilderness Heart - Black Mountain - Wilderness Heart (CD, Album), I Will Be True (1993 Re-Mastered) - Enrico Mantini - Different Perspectives EP (Vinyl), Samurajské Meče - Vypsaná Fixa - Krása Nesmírná (CD, Album), Amo Bishop Roden - Marco Bailey - 160 Minutes Of Marco Bailey (CDr), Someday Soon - Larry Willis - A New Kind Of Soul (Vinyl, LP, Album), Death For Me, Death For You - Insense (2) - Burn In Beautiful Fire (CD, Album), Jeff, Suzanne And Gida - Bobby Karate - Hot Trips, Cold Returns (CD, Album), Deviate Love - Christian Death - All The Love All The Hate (Part One: All The Love) (Vinyl, LP, Albu, Love Bandit - Various - KDAY AM Stereo 1580 (Vinyl, LP), Untitled - NO+CHIN - Kimme Jah Night (CDr), Family - Vain - Move On It (CD, Album), Adagio, Mothers Talk - Tears For Fears - Mothers Talk (Vinyl)

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    Jun 08,  · War Poetry: Poems about War and Soldier Poems. War poetry: This is a collection of poems about war and soldier poems written in combat. Find First World War poems and videos, poetry from nine wars and Vietnam War Songs.

  2. Shakazil says:

    Aztec Mythology is an introduction to the gods and myths of ancient Mexico. Explore fascinating deities from Quetzalcoatl the "Plumed Serpent" to Tezcatlipoca, the "Smoking Mirror" in a mystical world of both human sacrifice and redemption.

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    Bake Squad is an American Netflix Original series which premiered on August 11, for a first season of eight episodes. It is presented by Christina Tosi, and features a returning group of four bakers who compete to make desserts for a different client each episode.. Format. The series is only lightly competitive, with no prizes or elimination-style elements.

  5. Marn says:

    Q. Students who are frequently absent often have lower average grades than those who have good attendance. When they are out of the classroom, students do notget to see a teacher’s lessons. Even if they attend extra help, it’s usually much shorter and less detailed than the actual lesson.

  6. Kinos says:

    Jun 17,  · The friars seemed long since to have forgotten those noble aims that had meant so much to the founders and early workers of their orders, if indeed the great majority of those of the later day had ever realized the meaning of their office, for the Spanish writers of the time delight in characterizing them as the meanest of the Spanish peasantry.

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    May 04,  · This is a leafy plant with incised foliage. It flowers abundantly, ranging in shades of blue, pink, or purple in a single plant. The flowers have 7 petals and a bright yellow center. The foliage is lush green and covered in fine hairs, and their texture is said to be reminiscent of mouse ears.

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    In the Catholic Church, prayer is "the raising of one's mind and heart to God or the requesting of good things from God." It is an act of the moral virtue of religion, which Catholic theologians identify as a part of the cardinal virtue of justice.. Prayer may be expressed .

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