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Solution to the brain teazer
spotted this brain teaser, can you solve it
There's too much hate; show some love today.
Wherever I go I'm known to no one And what could I say I'm known to no one Am I a drifter a stranger Or maybe a ghost I'm known to no one Not even almost And I'm not a cowboy I don't have a hat Don't have any boots you see it's like that
16. Adam got shamed and blamed by God. God had refused to shame and blame Eve because Adam was left in charge chief of all operations over Eve and the entire Garden of Eden. God will judge the whole world of men for Mis-Heading for Mis-Guiding Women as Adam did Eve. 17. Job 20:26 "All darkness is laid up for his treasures: A fire not blown by man shall devour him; It shall consume that which is left in his tent." [American Standard Version] What This Means "A Fire Not Blown By Man Shall Devour Him." God chooses certain people under his deep wrath for spending a life time robbing God and Women. When God gets tired of you robbing him he will burn you up causing 'Spontaneous Human Combustion,' to consume you. https://www.futurelearn.com/info/courses/forensic-archaeology-and-anthropology/0/steps/67913 https://www.nbcnews.com/health/body-odd/irishman-died-spontaneous-human-combustion-coroner-claims-flna1c6437165 https://www.allthatsinteresting.com/spontaneous-human-combustion https://www.laphamsquarterly.org/roundtable/fire-belly https://www.mentalfloss.com/article/22236/quick-7-seven-cases-spontaneous-human-combustion If there's a woman in the Mix it it because the man has Mis-headed and had Mis-Guided teaching her to rob God [though she's unaware why it had happened to her]. Since the woman was taken out of man from Adam's rib, since men had headed and guided her to worship Jeremiah 17:5 When God himself looks at her following the man's hell-bent ways instead of God, all he sees in her is man's ways, and this unacceptable to God. She was at the end of her life and she wouldn't stop worshipping the man as a God. Ps: There are certain people in the earth that God chooses for tis Spontaneous Human Combustion to chase out of existence until they're dead.
1. Yes I'm going to speak in their Language for a little bit. 2. I do not want and I will not accept no hard a** woman to be married to. If she's that hard she should be married to an Alien on another planet. I will refuse to be married to a woman that acts like she's the secretary of war. Mary the earthly mother of the Savoir she was a simple woman she always kept to herself and to her husband. she refused any kind of trouble that was a threat to her church. She had her grown-up girlfriends she had fellowshipped with in past accounts nothing wrong with that, which is a good thing. The research I had done on some of their different races, you cannot even get too close to them without them pulling out a weapon on you. Once they find out you are for peace they will stand down. 3. Adam had royally f*cked-Up God's Earth. You cannot even take your family out to enjoy the wilderness without some wild animal wanting to maul you. The ocean is the same way sharks are horrible just look at all death they had caused to human lives in past accounts.
1. A father and a mother that really love's their Daughter They would want U to seek to find A real Pure genuine man that's true, that would never be a counterfeit phony, fake to you to use you. 2. Mom and Dad have been together for a very long
This was a poem I wrote for someone after our 2nd meeting. Funny that the last time I posted my poem was when I was broken hearted and this one I guess when I started to fall in love. I should've known, I can write this good usually when I am broken hearted or in love :)
Sitting on a shoreline examining pieces of old fossilized bones.
SPECIAL PEOPLE WE ENCOUNTER IN LIFE.
residual effects, picking up pieces
I was listening to the Democratic National Convention this week. My favorite quote was "While Rome burned, Nero fiddled, and while America burned, Trump played golf."
Life sends us tests that attitude can over come Yes health can be a factor, far worse for some Then there is romance, to add to the pot Love is important, but first join all the dots Someone you can rely upon, at anytime Sadly we never know, w
03/02/23 no debate in my mind!! Magic at Birds 93 retirement... on a jersey!
Ok Socrates I'll have a go at a nonet!
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
Nonet A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
The focus is on mindfulness in search of peace in a contested world.
If you love me, then respect me too.
I might as well be a lonely man I might as well be sad and blue I might as well be a lonely man Cause lonely is all I do I might as well be a forgotten man No one thinks of me I might as well be a forgotten man Like someone who was lost at s
Contemplating a definition of a pattern of frost on my back porch window.
My ex sister in law passed away the other day ...............she was way to young at 40 RIP .........DEE
I love fireflies or lightning bugs as we call them here. I have always loved them since childhood.
inspired by love
Travelling like a bolt of light Faster than the speed of night Like an asteroid, Love knocks you down. Like an arrow in the heart Can't wait to start Love embraced, in pain in vain Like a moth to a flame. Tannyah
Someone bring me a unicorn too...
I spent a week temping at Clare College, Cambridge, UK, in 2010, and felt transported back through time to envelop its history, its culture, its journey through time and its atmosphere. The result was this poem which I originally set with a photo background of its setting on the river Cam. I hope you like it.
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE SINKS IN! OR SHALL WE GO THRU LIFE; WITHOUT A NOSE!
No matter what poems I write God always seems to come to light!
Watched a documentary Domestic Violence. One of the more memorable quotes came from a little girl who said, "If my dad dies, I wouldn't cry." The theme seemed to be that there are a lot of guys out there that don't love themselves, because if they did there wouldn't be all this horrible crap done to women.
Mail arrives in my box What a fox! It's you in disguise. To my surprise. Lost in translation As the train goes in motion Is it me your looking for? As I gaze towards the floor I've seen you here before I lose my concentration As I wai
College days.
Dark night of the soul
(Time Flies)
Stark landscape
Love is frightening, exhilarating, crazy, wonderful.
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose. It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
Searching, searching, searching What am I searching for? Oh yes, to find love! Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, what am I sleeping for? Oh yes, to rest! Eating, eating, eating, what am I eating for? Oh yes, to stay alive! Praying, praying
One night I saw a shooting star flashing golden memories wishing for someone beautiful just like you babe Dazzling dreams each night silver trailing thoughts faraway looking at the moon face over and back howling echoes a soulful plea c
I made a friend this morning. It was small, red, had little black spots and tickled my arm as he or she scurried up and down. And so, the lady bug dance.
As the sun sets and the darkness arrives, the galaxy's of the stars well collide, new ones are born and old ones well die, telling the story's night after night the little one's in celestial flight, shadows an dust with a spectrum of gas, planets app
Today, tomorrow, forever yours I'll wait until love endures Over the hill till dawn appears Upon a rock Who cares? Not for the hour Like a budding flower A giver of life That's what you are Love blooms My heart looms Till night s
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