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and I am DEE 
I like hanging out in here because I am all about Peace  and Love, and lots of "bud" for everyone who enjoys Nature at its best! 
and Nessa is so sweet  and awesome! Im so glad she started this clubhouse
Im honored to consider her to be a cool friend! 
 Oh Dee .. you are  sooo cool I just love you
 I'm over here crying big sobby tears  cause I am so honored to be your Friend too
 I don't even have many lady friends here in California
Most of my Sisters are married & live up North
where my Mother & Brother live in the State of Washington
this is the very sacred Mount Shasta in Northern California
i see it and many other Mountains looming up
high above the rest of the landscape when i fly North
That pic is sooooo beautiful!! there's lots of gorgeous mountain ranges here in West Virginia- Jack & I have some awesome pics that we have taken together... he is from Ohio, where it's just flat....so he really loves these mts.
I'll TRY to post some of them in here... soon as I figure out HOW! 
 Awwwww/// i didn't know that July 18th is your birthday
happy birthday belatedly My sister Dee
Oh thank you so much my sweet sister Nessa!! that is so nice of you! better late than never!
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and I am DEE
I like hanging out in here because I am all about Peace and Love, and lots of "bud" for everyone who enjoys Nature at its best!
and Nessa is so sweet and awesome! Im so glad she started this clubhouse
Im honored to consider her to be a cool friend!
Oh Dee .. you are sooo cool I just love you
I'm over here crying big sobby tears cause I am so honored to be your Friend too
I don't even have many lady friends here in California
Most of my Sisters are married & live up North
where my Mother & Brother live in the State of Washington
this is the very sacred Mount Shasta in Northern California
i see it and many other Mountains looming up
high above the rest of the landscape when i fly North
That pic is sooooo beautiful!! there's lots of gorgeous mountain ranges here in West Virginia- Jack & I have some awesome pics that we have taken together... he is from Ohio, where it's just flat....so he really loves these mts.
I'll TRY to post some of them in here... soon as I figure out HOW!
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the Mountains are calling me
and they miss me as much as i miss them
Boulder Mountains Idaho
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That's a green light that even I would stop for.
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hey there crash test buddy
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High there Rapunzel
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 08:12 AM
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That is surely Lovely my Dear Dear Mirror Mirror
 but Sweetheart Lee , do you not ever sleep ??
 I can't believe the span of time you are on here day and night
gosh, if we got paid for all these free devoted hours
we put in to this site , we'd be gazillionaires
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That is surely Lovely my Dear Dear Mirror Mirror
but Sweetheart Lee , do you not ever sleep ??
I can't believe the span of time you are on here day and night
gosh, if we got paid for all these free devoted hours
we put in to this site , we'd be gazillionaires
HIGH everyone!!
AWESOME pics, Nessa!!
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thanks Dee ...
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:08 PM
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Well, it's just another night in Jungleland ...
man i sure can relate to Bruce Springsteen these days
Springsteen - Jungleland http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aRhqVWUPPs&feature=related The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot Girl And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world As we take our stand down in jungleland The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night Theyll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light Man theres an opera out on the turnpike Theres a ballet being fought out in the alley Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night The streets alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and theyre gone Beneath the city two hearts beat Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the Night No one watches when the ambulance pulls away Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz Between flesh and whats fantasy and the poets down here Dont write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead tonight in jungleland Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu  that's my Tarzan & Jane call
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backstreets http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6xfXswFmSzM One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in the heat And hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets With a love so hard and filled with defeat Running for our lives at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark on the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park, we sat with the last of the Duke Street Kings Huddled in our cars, waiting for the bells that ring In the deep heart of the night they set us loose of everything To go running on the backstreets Running on the backstreets Terry, you swore we'd live forever Taking it on them backstreets together Endless juke joints and Valentino drag Where famous dancers scraped the tears up off the street, dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying At night sometimes it seemed you could hear the whole damn city crying Blame it on the lies that killed us, blame it on the truth that ran us down You can blame it all on me, Terry, it don't matter to me now When the breakdown hit at midnight, there was nothing to say But I hated him, and I hated you when you went away Laying here in the dark, you're like an angel on my chest Just another tramp of hearts crying tears of faithlessness Remember all the movies, Terry, we'd go see Trying to learn to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time, to find we're just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Where we swore forever friends On the backstreets until the end Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets Hiding on the backstreets 
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:32 PM
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Tonight in Jungleland
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:43 PM
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Springsteen - Saint in the City
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BktOzc8m93U&NR=1 I had skin like leather and the diamond-hard look of a cobra I was born blue and weathered but I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver star studs on my duds just like a Harley in heat When I strut down the street I could hear its heart beat The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty." The cripple on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity." Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers crowned downtown at the beggar's bash I was the pimp's main prophet I kept everything cool Just a backstreet gambler with the luck to lose And when the heat came down it was left on the ground The devil appeared like Jesus through the steam in the street Showin' me a hand I knew even the cops couldn't beat I felt his hot breath on my neck as I dove into the heat It's so hard to be a saint when you're just a boy out on the street And the sages of the subway sit just like the living dead As the tracks clack out the rhythm, their eyes fixed straight ahead They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread But it's too hot in these tunnels you can get hit up by the heat You get up to get out at your next stop but they push you back down in your seat Your heart starts beatin' faster as you struggle to your feet Then you're outa that hole and back up on the street And them South Side sisters sure look pretty The cripple on the corner cries out, "Nickels for your pity." And them downtown boys sure talk gritty It's so hard to be a saint in the city 
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 09:48 PM
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Springsteen - Spirits in the Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjKeQznN4d4&feature=related 
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Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band Candy’s Room http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oTFJhhWW8g&feature=related In candy’s room there are pictures of her heroes on the wall But to get to candy’s room you gotta walk the darkness of candy’s hall Strangers from the city call my baby’s number and they bring her toys When I come knocking she smiles pretty she knows I wanna be candy’s boy There’s a sadness hidden in that pretty face A sadness all her own from which no man can keep candy safe We kiss my heart’s pumpin’ to my brain The blood rushes in my veins fire rushes towards the sky We go driving driving deep into the night I go driving deep into the light in candy’s eyes She says baby if you wanna be wild you got a lot to learn, close your eyes Let them melt let them fire let them burn `cause in the darkness there’ll be hidden worlds that shine When I hold candy close she makes these hidden worlds mine She has fancy clothes and diamond rings She has men who’ll give her anything she wants but they don’t see That what she wants is me, oh and I want her so I’ll never let her go no no no She knows that I’d give all that I got to live All that I want all that I live to make candy mine Tonight my super heroes on the wall 
USMC fighting in Afghanistan < " but where is his helmet??? " >
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Edited by
Rapunzel
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Thu 07/23/09 11:11 PM
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