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Katrine |
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Lørdag d. 24. februar 2007 21:49:57 |
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Jeg er sej! |
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Peter |
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Lørdag d. 10. februar 2007 18:17:35 |
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Den har du |
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Mht. Plader, så prøv i Silvans savværk. De har ofte rester stående! |
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Den gamle mand selv |
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Fredag d. 9. februar 2007 13:17:21 |
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Hej Bente! Mange tak for din venlige hilsen. Det glæder mig, at du synes om bogen. Venlig hilsen Gunnar |
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Bente Østergaard Andersen |
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Torsdag d. 8. februar 2007 17:23:53 |
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janoe@tdcadsl.dk |
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Hej Gunnar Tak for den dejlige læsning af din livshistorie. Jeg har nydt det. Jeg kan jo læse at du har haft et godt liv og at du tilstadighed har det godt (men hvem kunne tvivle på dette ). Jeg blev utrolig glad for mit eksemplar men var desværre taget hjem da du kom på visit på skolen for at afleverer den. Jeg håber at der vil gå mange år før din livsfortælling afsluttes, for når man er så frisk som du så skulle livet gerne vare længe. Med hilsen og tak for fornøjelsen Bente rengøringsafdelingen. |
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Peter |
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Fredag d. 2. februar 2007 21:43:42 |
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1:In my memory I will always see the town that I have loved so well. Where our school played ball by the gasyard wall and we laughed through the smoke and the smell. Going home in the rain, running up the dark lane, past the jail and down behind the fountain. Those were happy days in so many, many ways in the town I loved so well. 2:In the early morning the shirt factory horn called women from Creggan, the Moor and the Bog. While the men on the dole played a mother's role, fed the children and then trained the dogs. And when times got tough there was just about enough. But they saw it through without complaining. For deep inside was a burning pride in the town I loved so well. 3:There was music there in the Derry air like a language that we all could understand. I remember the day when I earned my first pay, And I played in a small pick-up band. There I spent my youth and to tell you the truth, I was sad to leave it all behind me. For I learned about life and I'd found a wife in the town I loved so well. 4:But when I returned how my eyes have burned to see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every tree. Now the army's installed by that old gasyard wall, and the damned barbed wire gets higher and higher. With their tanks and their guns, oh my God, what have they done to the town I loved so well. 5:Now the music's gone but they carry on, For their spirit's been bruised, never broken. They will not forget but their hearts are set on tomorrow and peace once again. For what's done is done and what's won is won, and what's lost is lost and gone forever. I can only pray for a bright, brand new day in the town I loved so well. |
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Fredag d. 2. februar 2007 21:40:25 |
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-Tror De paa Tankeoverføring? -Absolut - hvor meget drejer det sig om? |
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Peter |
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Fredag d. 2. februar 2007 21:37:39 |
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prbrcr@mail.dk |
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- Hver dag har sin sensation - tænk, den dag, der ikke er nogen sensation - sikken en sensation.(Storm P.) |
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Peter |
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Torsdag d. 1. februar 2007 18:32:04 |
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prbrcr@mail.dk |
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http://www.serve.com/marbeth/pedagogical_guidelines.html Måske det kan hjælpe? http://www.ed.gov/news/pressreleases/2005/05/05102005.html |
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HOWZAT |
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Søndag d. 28. januar 2007 08:30:03 |
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HOWZAT@FASTBOWL.DK |
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HOWZAT |
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Peter |
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Tirsdag d. 23. januar 2007 17:59:00 |
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censur@klippeitekst.dk |
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NAHH man klipper nok i teksten! |
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