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O is mild and sleeps!
where In compliance with from thee which thing belongs?
Who which amnesia shines permission the people?
The pigeon like cherishing, mildness are from,
Thou dost loves to sit, freedom [lop] positively,
fades, the prison.
Annoying night, O sleep!
Thou coming to me of the misconduct scope
which is artistic and enforcement
and from rivulet where injures and
under to be fretful
entering in order to get
in order to make up of now
from the water which does doth,
in the now mockery which stimulates.
I know and [iss] who is the pain which demands a patience,
in order to come and go intelligence i am not;
Therefore range passes and the family makes,
with only the child and:
Adapts to a suitability and the which thing
where AM is reconciled in AM that place order as will be thee
Well, respects an attempt but until now was satisfactory:
O is mild the creature!
which This together,
which thing which does not use me,
the depth which 1 hours do
low price but inside.
"Who's Your Daddy?" [Sarah Palin]
"'Who's Your Daddy?' Great question! I see that I got a "thumbs down" on the Anchorage Daily News Sunday scoreboard with an accompanying insinuation that may not have the appropriate dad to allow me a particular public service role. Maybe the ADN should interview us wanna be's (or has-beens!) and find out who are our daddies? . . . More often than not when people out here in the real world run into me they don't say, "Oh, so you're Alaska's Oil and Gas Commissioner?" Or, "Oh yeah, you ware that mayor." Nope. They say, "So you're Mr. Heath's daughter? Cool! He's my favorite teacher of all time!" I wouldn't wish it any other way. . . . I'm thankful for all my dad taught me and allowed me to do. I'm glad he dragged my butt out of bed early, early autumn mornings to hunt ducks with him before cross-country running practice. He taught me to bag a caribou, fillet a fish, dig buckets of darns, and find the plumpest blueberries. He wouldn't put up with my wimpy reasons why I couldn't thaw frozen fish egg bait in my mouth, like he does, when ice fishing. But he did understand when I looked up at him quizzically once upon his request to "please hold those" while he searched for something to put our freshly butchered moose's eyeballs in so his students could observe them later that day. He graciously understood, and I didn't have to hold those ungulate's warm parts that morning in the alders. . . . So seeing the "thumbs down" on the newspaper editorial scoreboard with the suggestion that my dad may not be the right dad to allow me to progress towards some political position that probably isn't in the cards for me right now anyway... well, I got to think about just who my dad is today. I thank the ADN for that.
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