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OzSpen
A good man from what I recall posting here ,that was big on apologetics and also doctrine ,though not always the way I saw it ,has passed .
He has heard the call of the Lord ,home and answered here I am .
since i am big into history and there is never enough time to explore. i resort to ga often and can find much more of what was america from civil war to present. i make this an open political subject as each of what i might post of old grocer/gas station is from eras of certian politics(...
i am visible from the road and the river.
I am where many rest,
i am a reminder of those that believed shall rise again
i see the sun and the moon and at night i am visible
i am named after a river bed , the river is near tallahassee.
there are many old cemeteries by me
i am a mason
there are quite a few veterans buried here.
in my area there is a tradition of one community that is very old as it nearly goes back 100 years old, to put candles a bag and sing carols and meet with neighbors and nasa has said that those are visible from the space station that is why the image has bags on the road that are faint.
i wonder how festive this was when Hogg owned it and porter cobb. once the center of old ft.pierce and next door the power plant which came 30 years later
i am the trinity church, i am the oldest church on royal palm blvd, i remember and see the golf course that is older then me. where i am there was a few old homes. i am in the diesel plant in a very old photo, i am in the condo on the beach, a woman never tells her age but i remember the...
i am an old house with a carriage house
once i was dwelt by the first lady of the city which i am found in
i am tied to a bridge and the chamber of commerce
i am a quick reminder to those that remember alma lee as i exude her persona
i was once her father's house
in me once lie very old history...
we are old
we are not like we were
we were forgotten
we are now remembered,though one of us isn't treated as it should by his owner
the blue one was left empty for some time and now is now a garden of Esther
the mural is painted by an artist who has done many a mural.
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