| Dear Lord, You know I patrol the skies. Of the home of our brave, this land of the free. Sown over 200 years ago, I rest on a branch on liberty's tree. People once took great care of her. With the strength of oak she stood strong. Today when I landed upon my branch, She cried and creaked as if I didn't belong. If you will grant me simply a voice, I'll warn all of her looming fate. I know these people will help her Lord. Please give me a voice before it's too late. |





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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
I enjoyed your close and personal wildlife photos.
You have a really interesting style!
Great gallery.
I very much enjoy your gallery, as well as a few others recently (some that you've faved actually).
I'm quite impressed with the level of detail in your works though, -especially of your dragon head-shots.
They look great!
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