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John Keats - A Thing Of Beauty - From Endymion - Book I - Read by Douglas Hodge A Thing Of Beauty From Endymion - Book I by John Keats (1795-1821) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; All lovely tales that we have heard or read: An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour; no, even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, The passion poesy, glories infinite, Haunt us till they become a cheering light Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast, They always must be with us, or we die.
9 Sep 2011
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Floor & Decor Outlets has fast become the Atlanta area residents’ number one choice when it comes to Atlanta flooring solutions. With no less than four locations in the Atlanta area, Floor & Door Outlets makes it easy to shop for Atlanta hardwood flooring, Atlanta ceramic tiles, and Atlanta floor tile. The company also offers laminate flooring, tile flooring, ceramic flooring and much more. Hardwood flooring in Atlanta has become increasingly popular as more and more area residents discover the simple, elegant and timeless beauty of wood floors. Floor & Decor Outlets maintains an extensive line of wood flooring, laminate flooring, tile flooring, natural stone flooring and molding. The company also provides excellent installation services for all its products. Whether you're looking for hardwood floors, or ceramic tile, Atlanta area residents are likely to find what they are looking for at Floor & Decor Outlets. Visit one of Floor & Decor Outlets two locations in Atlanta or in nearby Morrow, Roswell or Kennesaw to find out why Floor & Door Decor Outlets is the first choice when it comes to Atlanta hardwood floors. Atlanta, GA Metro Locations: I-85/Clairmont 404-315-6287 1690 NE Expressway Atlanta, GA 30329 Designers Outlet 404-633-4888 1706 NE Expressway Atlanta, GA 30329 Southlake 678-422-7272 1056 Personal Place Morrow, GA 30260 Kennesaw 678-626-1167 1200 Barrett Pkwy, Suite 118 Kennesaw, GA 30114 Roswell 404-942-4599 610 Holcomb Bridge Rd Roswell, GA 30076
15 Sep 2011
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Choice III - Read by Classic Poetry Aloud The Choice III The House Of Life 73 by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882) Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die. Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore, Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond, — Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.
16 Sep 2011
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Robert Frost reads his poem The Star-Splitter The Star-Splitter by Robert Frost (1874-1963) You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his hands, he looks in on me Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something I should have done by daylight, and indeed, After the ground is frozen, I should have done Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney To make fun of my way of doing things, Or else fun of Orion's having caught me. Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights These forces are obliged to pay respect to?" So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming, Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming, He burned his house down for the fire insurance And spent the proceeds on a telescope To satisfy a life-long curiosity About our place among the infinities. "What do you want with one of those blame things?" I asked him well beforehand. "Don't you get one!" "Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything More blameless in the sense of being less A weapon in our human fight," he said. "I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it." There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move, Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years Trying to sell his farm and then not selling, He burned his house down for the fire insurance And bought the telescope with what it came to. He had been heard to say by several: "The best thing that we're put here for's to see; The strongest thing that's given us to see with's A telescope. Someone in every town Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one. In Littleton it may as well be me." After such loose talk it was no surprise When he did what he did and burned his house down. Mean laughter went about the town that day To let him know we weren't the least imposed on, And he could wait--we'd see to him to-morrow. But the first thing next morning we reflected If one by one we counted people out For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long To get so we had no one left to live with. For to be social is to be forgiving. Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us, We don't cut off from coming to church suppers, But what we miss we go to him and ask for. He promptly gives it back, that is if still Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of. It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad About his telescope. Beyond the age Of being given one's gift for Christmas, He had to take the best way he knew how To find himself in one. Well, all we said was He took a strange thing to be roguish over. Some sympathy was wasted on the house, A good old-timer dating back along; But a house isn't sentient; the house Didn't feel anything. And if it did, Why not regard it as a sacrifice, And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire, Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction? Out of a house and so out of a farm At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn To earn a living on the Concord railroad, As under-ticket-agent at a station Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets, Was setting out up track and down, not plants As on a farm, but planets, evening stars That varied in their hue from red to green. He got a good glass for six hundred dollars. His new job gave him leisure for star-gazing. Often he bid me come and have a look Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside, At a star quaking in the other end. I recollect a night of broken clouds And underfoot snow melted down to ice, And melting further in the wind to mud. Bradford and I had out the telescope. We spread our two legs as it spread its three, Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it, And standing at our leisure till the day broke, Said some of the best things we ever said. That telescope was christened the Star-splitter, Because it didn't do a thing but split A star in two or three the way you split A globule of quicksilver in your hand With one stroke of your finger in the middle. It's a star-splitter if there ever was one And ought to do some good if splitting stars 'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood. We've looked and looked, but after all where are we? Do we know any better where we are, And how it stands between the night to-night And a man with a smoky lantern chimney? How different from the way it ever stood?
17 Sep 2011
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Christina Rossetti - Goblin Market - Read by Kate Reading Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) Part 1 Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: 'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, Lemons and oranges, Plump unpecked cherries, Melons and raspberries, Bloom-down-cheeked peaches, Swart-headed mulberries, Wild free-born cranberries, Crab-apples, dewberries, Pine-apples, blackberries, Apricots, strawberries;— All ripe together In summer weather,— Morns that pass by, Fair eves that fly; Come buy, come buy: Our grapes fresh from the vine, Pomegranates full and fine, Dates and sharp bullaces, Rare pears and greengages, Damsons and bilberries, Taste them and try: Currants and gooseberries, Bright-fire-like barberries, Figs to fill your mouth, Citrons from the South, Sweet to tongue and sound to eye; Come buy, come buy.' Evening by evening Among the brookside rushes, Laura bowed her head to hear, Lizzie veiled her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and finger tips. 'Lie close,' Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: 'We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?' 'Come buy,' call the goblins Hobbling down the glen. 'Oh,' cried Lizzie, 'Laura, Laura, You should not peep at goblin men.' Lizzie covered up her eyes, Covered close lest they should look; Laura reared her glossy head, And whispered like the restless brook: 'Look, Lizzie, look, Lizzie, Down the glen tramp little men. One hauls a basket, One bears a plate, One lugs a golden dish Of many pounds weight. How fair the vine must grow Whose grapes are so luscious; How warm the wind must blow Through those fruit bushes.' 'No,' said Lizzie, 'No, no, no; Their offers should not charm us, Their evil gifts would harm us.' She thrust a dimpled finger In each ear, shut eyes and ran: Curious Laura chose to linger Wondering at each merchant man. One had a cat's face, One whisked a tail, One tramped at a rat's pace, One crawled like a snail, One like a wombat prowled obtuse and furry, One like a ratel tumbled hurry skurry. She heard a voice like voice of doves Cooing all together: They sounded kind and full of loves In the pleasant weather. Laura stretched her gleaming neck Like a rush-imbedded swan, Like a lily from the beck, Like a moonlit poplar branch, Like a vessel at the launch When its last restraint is gone. Backwards up the mossy glen Turned and trooped the goblin men, With their shrill repeated cry, 'Come buy, come buy.' When they reached where Laura was They stood stock still upon the moss, Leering at each other, Brother with queer brother; Signalling each other, Brother with sly brother. One set his basket down, One reared his plate; One began to weave a crown Of tendrils, leaves, and rough nuts brown (Men sell not such in any town); One heaved the golden weight Of dish and fruit to offer her: 'Come buy, come buy,' was still their cry. Laura stared but did not stir, Longed but had no money: The whisk-tailed merchant bade her taste In tones as smooth as honey, The cat-faced purr'd, The rat-faced spoke a word Of welcome, and the snail-paced even was heard; One parrot-voiced and jolly Cried 'Pretty Goblin' still for 'Pretty Polly;'— One whistled like a bird. But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste: 'Good folk, I have no coin; To take were to purloin: I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the rusty heather.' 'You have much gold upon your head,' They answered all together: 'Buy from us with a golden curl.' She clipped a precious golden lock, She dropped a tear more rare than pearl, Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red: Sweeter than honey from the rock, Stronger than man-rejoicing wine, Clearer than water flowed that juice; She never tasted such before, How should it cloy with length of use? She sucked and sucked and sucked the more Fruits which that unknown orchard bore; She sucked until her lips were sore; Then flung the emptied rinds away But gathered up one kernel stone, And knew not was it night or day As she turned home alone. Lizzie met her at the gate Full of wise upbraidings: 'Dear, you should not stay so late, Twilight is not good for maidens; Should not loiter in the glen In the haunts of goblin men. Do you not remember Jeanie, How she met them in the moonlight, Took their gifts both choice and many, Ate their fruits and wore their flowers Plucked from bowers Where summer ripens at all hours? But ever in the noonlight She pined and pined away; Sought them by night and day, Found them no more, but dwindled and grew grey; Then fell with the first snow, While to this day no grass will grow Where she lies low: I planted daisies there a year ago That never blow. You should not loiter so.' 'Nay, hush,' said Laura: 'Nay, hush, my sister: I ate and ate my fill, Yet my mouth waters still; To-morrow night I will Buy more:' and kissed her: 'Have done with sorrow; I'll bring you plums to-morrow Fresh on their mother twigs, Cherries worth getting; You cannot think what figs My teeth have met in, What melons icy-cold Piled on a dish of gold Too huge for me to hold, What peaches with a velvet nap, Pellucid grapes without one seed: Odorous indeed must be the mead Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink With lilies at the brink, And sugar-sweet their sap.' Golden head by golden head, Like two pigeons in one nest Folded in each other's wings, They lay down in their curtained bed: Like two blossoms on one stem, Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow, Like two wands of ivory Tipped with gold for awful kings. Moon and stars gazed in at them, Wind sang to them lullaby, Lumbering owls forbore to fly, Not a bat flapped to and fro Round their rest: Cheek to cheek and breast to breast Locked together in one nest. Early in the morning When the first cock crowed his warning, Neat like bees, as sweet and busy, Laura rose with Lizzie: Fetched in honey, milked the cows, Aired and set to rights the house, Kneaded cakes of whitest wheat, Cakes for dainty mouths to eat, Next churned butter, whipped up cream, Fed their poultry, sat and sewed; Talked as modest maidens should: Lizzie with an open heart, Laura in an absent dream, One content, one sick in part; One warbling for the mere bright day's delight, One longing for the night. At length slow evening came: They went with pitchers to the reedy brook; Lizzie most placid in her look, Laura most like a leaping flame. They drew the gurgling water from its deep; Lizzie plucked purple and rich golden flags, Then turning homeward said: 'The sunset flushes Those furthest loftiest crags; Come, Laura, not another maiden lags, No wilful squirrel wags, The beasts and birds are fast asleep.' But Laura loitered still among the rushes And said the bank was steep. And said the hour was early still The dew not fall'n, the wind not chill: Listening ever, but not catching The customary cry, 'Come buy, come buy,' With its iterated jingle Of sugar-baited words: Not for all her watching Once discerning even one goblin Racing, whisking, tumbling, hobbling; Let alone the herds That used to tramp along the glen, In groups or single, Of brisk fruit-merchant men. Till Lizzie urged, 'O Laura, come; I hear the fruit-call but I dare not look: You should not loiter longer at this brook: Come with me home. The stars rise, the moon bends her arc, Each glowworm winks her spark, Let us get home before the night grows dark: For clouds may gather Though this is summer weather, Put out the lights and drench us through; Then if we lost our way what should we do?' Laura turned cold as stone To find her sister heard that cry alone, That goblin cry, 'Come buy our fruits, come buy.' Must she then buy no more such dainty fruit? Must she no more such succous pasture find, Gone deaf and blind? Her tree of life drooped from the root: She said not one word in her heart's sore ache; But peering thro' the dimness, nought discerning, Trudged home, her pitcher dripping all the way; So crept to bed, and lay Silent till Lizzie slept; Then sat up in a passionate yearning, And gnashed her teeth for baulked desire, and wept As if her heart would break. Day after day, night after night, Laura kept watch in vain In sullen silence of exceeding pain. She never caught again the goblin cry: 'Come buy, come buy;'— She never spied the goblin men Hawking their fruits along the glen: But when the noon waxed bright Her hair grew thin and grey; She dwindled, as the fair full moon doth turn To swift decay and burn Her fire away.
22 Sep 2011
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John Keats - Ode To A Nightingale - Read by Michael Sheen Ode To A Nightingale by John Keats (1795-1821) My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, -- That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim: Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -- To thy high requiem become a sod. Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: -- Do I wake or sleep?
27 Sep 2011
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LMFAO's clean and sober remix of the alcoholic party hit "Shots". Song coming to iTunes soon! Check back for link! Written and Produced by Jeremy Rowley and Mikey Day Directed by Jeremy Rowley and Jared Seltzer Shot and Edited by Jared Seltzer Additional Camera Operators: Jared Young and Austin Harpole Featuring: Mikey Day, Jeremy Rowley, Allison Dunbar, Jay Wonder, Kalena Ranoa, Paula Christensen, Danielle Morrow, Samantha Roy, Courtney Pauroso, Espie Randolph III, Victoria Bell, Michael Bell, Michelle Prenez, Nicolette Santino, Kelly Landry, Megan Dietz, Apryl Chang, Erin Cote, Domonique Darwich, Aimee Lynn Chadwick, Summer Perry, Courtney Matchett, April Wahlin and Tommy Claffey as Goggled Swimmer Special Thanks: Rawson Marshall Thurber, Damon Jones, Robert Campbell, Julie Welch, Kate Frisbee. Super Special Thanks: Dani and PC. Follow Jeremy and MIkey on Twitter! jeremy_rowley mikeyfuntime More of Jeremy's videos on: *******www.jeremyrowley.tumblr**** Subscribe to Thoselilrabbits for more of Mikey's videos
1 Nov 2011
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GREAT CUSTOMER SERVICE BY MANAGER!!! Just Brakes Tempe Arizona Zero Complaints... A. Morrow -Mark was very professional I am very happy A Buchanan -great customer service by desk manager & crew D. Enard -Great customer service by Whitney Steven Slavik -Very competent, very professional C.Frost -Great Job Jerry S. A man of excellence DEPENDABLE BRAKE REPAIR AND SERVICE....!!! About Just Brakes: JUST BRAKES originated with one brake store in Bryan, TX in 1980. Since JUST BRAKES' inception, the company has expanded to more than 160 stores spread over eight states and fourteen major markets with approximately 950 employees nationwide. Our mission is to assure a safe brake system in every customer's vehicle by consistently performing high quality, dependable brake repair and service. ENTIRE STAFF WAS POLITE!!! Just Brakes Tempe Arizona No Complaints.... D. Williams -TV. In waiting room
19 Dec 2011
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*******www.inspir3****. Improve your relationship fast by getting what you want with this practical and proven 3-step procedure with these three proven methods of communication. Self improvement Quick Tips from Tracy Morrow, a certified Life Coach.
12 Mar 2012
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NO ONE WHO CARE MORE ABOUT YOUR SAFETY...!!! Welcome to Just Brakes: As the nation's largest True Brake Specialist for over 25 years, our Certified Brake Safety Experts are dedicated to providing the best service in the marketplace. There's no one who cares more about your safety and satisfaction than JUST BRAKES. Call us today for a FREE visual brake inspection and a really great deal. VERY PROFESSIONAL!!!! Just Brakes Tempe Arizona Zero Complaints... A. Morrow -Mark was very professional I am very happy A Buchanan -great customer service by desk manager & crew D. Enard -Great customer service by Whitney Steven Slavik -Very competent, very professional C.Frost -Great Job Jerry S. A man of excellence DO NOT CHANGE WHAT YOU ARE DOING....!!!! More Reviews..... Wonderful Experience.... They are the best ! Don't change what your doing!
6 Apr 2012
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Full 5 Minute Film: ******* A trailer for the short film version of the book Dangerous Children by Mark Morrow. Four Homicides. Four Children. One Villain. One Chase.
28 Jul 2012
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17 Nov 2012
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Product Link:*******www.plusbuyer****/iron-samurai-led-watch-red-p-1894.html TIZ-G165 Highlights... Crimson Red LED's Time and Date function Top row for hours display Bottom row for minutes display Normally sells for around USD200! Introducing The Iron Samurai, a lava red Japanese inspired LED watch from an alternative future which gives its wearer cool omnipotence by rewriting the rules of how temporal data (time) should be displayed. You mean this watch really tells the time? Yes. Even though The Iron Samurai embodies Tokugawan style and Shogunate design with its blood red numerals encased in stark samurai sword steel like the final battle between all the forces of good and evil in the multiverse, this Japanese LED watch does in fact tell the time and does so really efficiently too! Tap the top button on the right side of the timepiece and watch the screen light up like surfacing lava. Tap the bottom button to make the numbers blink and hence adjust them. In Time mode, the top row represents hour information, while the bottom row represents minutes information. In date mode, top and bottom represent month and day. In fact, when you start wearing this watch you may find yourself spending all your time challenging strangers to duels. You will probably live by the Bushido code of Rectitude, Courage, Benevolence, Respect, Honesty, Honour, and Loyalty. You'll start reading kanji and reciting Haiku by Basho such as "even a horse / arrests my eyes - on this / snowy morrow." Yes, The Iron Samurai has been known to increase its wearers' strength, dexterity, constitution, intelligence, wisdom, and charisma by as much as 20 points each! Chuck Norris and Steven Seagal are said to be Iron Samurai owners, as is David Bowie and Brian Eno. In reality, this watch is perfect for Presidential dinner crashers, Facebook celebs with over 1000 fans, Youtube directors with over 2, 000, 000 views, anyone who can play the entirety of Neil Zaza's I'm Alright on electric guitar, iPhone 3Gs owners, or anybody who is a somebody. Just google "Japanese LED Watch" to see how much these timepieces sell for online. Notice how they normally retail for close to 10x the price we're selling them for. Even if you don't intend on buying one for yourself, stock your online store with these headturning watches to lock in some amazing profits! Brought to you by the leader in direct from China wholesale electronics - plusbuyer.
6 Mar 2013
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Visit *******www.InsideTheMagic**** for all our podcasts and more Disney and theme park fun! News of upcoming Disney Parks projects includes New Fantasyland, Test Track, Starbucks on Main Street, and a trip to Oz. Then we explore the high seas in The Legend of Captain Jack Sparrow, the newly opened multi-sensory experience at Disney's Hollywood Studios, followed by the new Cinderella Castle projection show called Celebrate the Magic. Ricky also speaks with Brian Morrow, creative director at SeaWorld Orlando, about the newly-revealed trackless ride system for Empire of the Penguin, their upcoming Antarctica attraction.
12 May 2013
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Visit *******www.InsideTheMagic**** for more from Antarctica: Empire of the Penguin! Take a tour of everything Antarctica: Empire of the Penguin has to offer at SeaWorld Orlando with Creative Director Brian Morrow and members of SeaWorld's ride and animal training staff. Included are in-depth looks at the Empire of the Penguin ride and queue, the new penguin habitat, the Expedition Cafe restaurant, South Pole Beverages station, and Glacial Collections store.
4 Jun 2013
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Duret Diesel & Alignment LLC 370 Lee's Mill Rd, Forest Park, GA, 30297 (404) 762-5535 Duret Diesel & Alignment LLC offers professional trailer repair service in Forest Park, GA. If you need a reliable trailer contractor call us now! Laser Alignment,Trailer Contractor,Trailer Company,Trailer Service,Trailer Repair Store,Mechanical Service Lake City, GA;Conley, GA;Morrow, GA;Holiday Hills, GA;Williamsburg Park, GA; Trailer Repair, Local Trailer Service, Trailer Maintenance Service, Trailer Repair Shop, Trailer Service Provider
6 Dec 2017
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