From all that are and yet to be love of teh perfect type.
Golden beams carry the message of the day in the sun
Each of us is in the garden waiting for that special one
Flute plays low in the accompany of the harp
Some are singing some are learning their new part
Glimpse of the new feel as the camera starts to roll
Story is in the hands of the playwright written story long ago
Feel the words move you to a state seldom found
Each person adds to the chorus oh how heavenly the sound
Voices and instruments blend in perfect pitch
Like a well oiled machine the move when thrown the switch
Motion lost in swaying to and fro across the stage
Young and old join together read their lines from the page
Heard and angel on Sunday morning stopped to pay a call
Listen to the people smiled at everyone in the hall
Perfect reflection joined in s sweet harmony
We dance to the script of our souls becoming free
Boom! Pain! Blackness!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsmen, Amber Fox and Luke Owens wake up in an Army hospital in Germany.
Thus, begins a four-month recovery for both of them. Amber lost her left leg bel
“We’re going to use nine megaton warheads in space and we’re not sure they’re large enough to be effective. Why would you even consider using kiloton-range surface-to-air warheads as back-up?” The answer was succinct. “Because they’re all we have.”
Action-packed adventure that will keep you turning the pages.
When an explosion on board Transcon's flight Three-Seven disables their flight control systems, it's up to a group of "Angels" to save the passengers and crew from crashing into
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