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Agatha Christie’s Poirot #28, “The Theft of the Royal Ruby” (1991)
California Man Died In Dominican Republic Weeks Before The Other Three Americans
California Man Died In Dominican Republic Weeks Before The Other Three Americans
The Dominican Republic has appeared unwelcoming to American tourists in most recent months.
It has been confirmed; Robert Bell Wallace, 67, a California businessman, has died after a trip to the Carribean island.
Mr. Wallace is the sixth person to die after a brief stay in The Dominican Republic in a matter of weeks.
In an interview, Wallace’s niece, Chloe Arnold, explained that he traveled to…
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Keats was in childhood not attached to books. His penchant was for fighting. He would fight any one–morning, noon, and night, his brother among the rest. It was meat and drink to him. (…) He was a boy whom any one from his extraordinary vivacity and personal beauty might easily fancy would become great – but rather in some military capacity than in literature. You will remark that this taste came out rather suddenly and unexpectedly. Some books of his I remember reading were Robinson Crusoe and something about Montezuma and the Incas of Peru. He must have read Shakespeare as he thought that ‘no one would care to read Macbeth alone in a house at two o’clock in the morning.’ This seems to me a boyish trait of the poet. (…) He was in every way the creature of passion (…) The generosity and daring of his character with the extreme beauty and animation of his face made I remember an impression on me– (…) This violence and vehemence–this pugnacity and generosity of disposition–in passions of tears or outrageous fits of laughter –always in extremes–will help to paint Keats in his boyhood. Associated as they were with an extraordinary beauty of person and expression, these qualities captivated the boys, and no one was more popular.
Edward Holmes, contemporary of John Keats, on John Keats
Why make it seem so impossible for the King of all to add peace of this puzzle and
Why do our ramblings run on and on? Verbal toil and song as we're singing it, ringing it Louder than He ever asked us to be. The King tries to whisper as we shout "defeat!" A palm ever pure reaches out just to find such a multitude ready to leave Him behind. Flags waving high, negative of noir seen from near and far ripple captive surrender Impatient sensations are raging strong "I can't wait that long!!!" It's so easy to quit while He's Molding us folding us making us mighty. Instead burning passions have tempted the flighty. The grave pants and beckons, we court worms and bones while we wonder why Satan won't leave us alone. Why do we act so ridiculous; ever scandalous, As if Yahweh can't handle this? Why do we veil what is obvious? While He's NEAR to us, we inhale our lust; till we bust. We try to bend, break, mask over and hide. A symptom to suffer when living in pride. Omniscient He standing there right by our side. Waiting for us to come clean in the Light.
Waiting for you
Waiting for me Open our Eyes Lord to Finally See
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5.26.2011 Edward L. H. II
Voice!
Nation! Stand and RISE to attention. Let me mention, "I'm worn from dissention" Down to the enemy's gates, the enemy waits to abort and contort what Jehova creates.
Stumble... Yea, we falter and fumble. Words we say get us ready to rumble. It's civil war inside the body of Christ, we spear and we splice with tongues that are chiseled from ice. Nation! Now's the time for a stand! Take back your voices from lucifer's hand. I pray to God that you cover this land, and Walk side by side as we're formin this band.
Call out to God, Sing a new song of praise. Vocalize Love 'till the end of our days. New tongues of FIRE, the Bride is ablaze, Birth, new desire, an army we raise.
Judah precedes, as we scream from our stammer. Sound off the trumpets, and raise up the banner. Vic'try is ours, in our tongues lies a choice. Fight with me now, if you still have your voice!!!
Copyright © Edward L Holmes II 2010