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Drug Seekers Suck - Dr. WhiteCoat
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February 4, 2008. This morning as I was leaving my shift, one of the local cops mentioned that they are having a real problem with Vicodin sales and use … in the high school. Kids strung out during classes. Must be a great learning experience. Where do you think these teenagers are getting their stash? Then there’s this article. About a doctor who was sued for giving pain medications to a patient and not sufficiently warning the patient about its possible effects upon driving. (Hat Tip to Kevin, MD.
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Muddy Mississippi Justice: We Have the Right People in Neshoba County Sheriff's Department
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This page is dedicated to injustice; whether it is a victim of crime, a victim of the court system, police department, or an unsolved mystery. You can also find Muddy Mississippi Justice on Facebook. If you have a tip or a story to tell please contact me at 601-616-9409 or by e-mail: MuddyMississippiJustice@gmail.com. Thursday, August 6, 2015. We Have the Right People in Neshoba County Sheriff's Department. If they had only tried to help me or treated me right, maybe I would not constantly torture myself...
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Muddy Mississippi Justice: August 2015
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This page is dedicated to injustice; whether it is a victim of crime, a victim of the court system, police department, or an unsolved mystery. You can also find Muddy Mississippi Justice on Facebook. If you have a tip or a story to tell please contact me at 601-616-9409 or by e-mail: MuddyMississippiJustice@gmail.com. Thursday, August 6, 2015. We Have the Right People in Neshoba County Sheriff's Department. If they had only tried to help me or treated me right, maybe I would not constantly torture myself...
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Muddy Mississippi Justice: July 2015
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This page is dedicated to injustice; whether it is a victim of crime, a victim of the court system, police department, or an unsolved mystery. You can also find Muddy Mississippi Justice on Facebook. If you have a tip or a story to tell please contact me at 601-616-9409 or by e-mail: MuddyMississippiJustice@gmail.com. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Looking For Answers in Rexdale Henry Death. As of today,. Why would anyone ever want to hurt a kind soul like Rexdale. Suicide? On the day of his death, July 14, 2...
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Muddy Mississippi Justice: July 2011
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This page is dedicated to injustice; whether it is a victim of crime, a victim of the court system, police department, or an unsolved mystery. You can also find Muddy Mississippi Justice on Facebook. If you have a tip or a story to tell please contact me at 601-616-9409 or by e-mail: MuddyMississippiJustice@gmail.com. Thursday, July 14, 2011. Who Killed Shondra May? The haunting case of Shondra May is one that I, like so many others around here, would love to see solved. Shondra's 18th birthday, h. Uthor...
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Magnolia Wind: November 2011
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Poetry satisfies a place in the human heart, that can't be filled with anything else; It is the words, when you have no words, and it's music is the sound of silence. Friday, November 4, 2011. Forgotten Soldier From Vietman. Walking down the street everyone passes him by. They look down at his feet cause they can’t look him in the eye. Tattered jeans and worn out shoes. They have nothing much to say. They don’t know it was Vietman that left him this away. No one seems to care. Nothing much to eat. Wynne ...
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Magnolia Wind: Narcissistic Love
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Poetry satisfies a place in the human heart, that can't be filled with anything else; It is the words, when you have no words, and it's music is the sound of silence. Thursday, June 30, 2011. You've got a wall that's a mile thick. All I do is match you, brick for brick. The mortar that keeps us apart is fear. I sometimes do the opposite of what I feel. Till I no longer know, if what I feel is real. I'd rather push you away than hold you near. I keep praying for an earthquake that never comes.
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Magnolia Wind: Do Not Partake
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Poetry satisfies a place in the human heart, that can't be filled with anything else; It is the words, when you have no words, and it's music is the sound of silence. Friday, September 9, 2011. You opened the door and I walked through it. Tempted by Heavenly morsels from your Sunday feast. My heart desired to have it all, and for a moment. I distracted myself from the sun shining brightly outside. Then I regained my senses. Slamming the door shut behind me. Beautiful colors, like the color of love.
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Magnolia Wind: ~Cry of the Wolf~
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Poetry satisfies a place in the human heart, that can't be filled with anything else; It is the words, when you have no words, and it's music is the sound of silence. Thursday, July 7, 2011. Cry of the Wolf. Like the frozen tundra we once walked upon. Your heart is frozen beneath the sun. And I'd give anything to bring you back to me. Do you sometimes feel on a winter's night. My arms around you tight. And dream of the love we swore for eternity. The cry of the wolf was our only song. THE PRICK OF THE PEN.
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Magnolia Wind: Do You Remember?
http://magnoliawind.blogspot.com/2011/07/by-linda-gentry-way-do-you-remember-joy.html
Poetry satisfies a place in the human heart, that can't be filled with anything else; It is the words, when you have no words, and it's music is the sound of silence. Friday, July 1, 2011. Do you remember the joy of spring. When our love was fresh and new. We lived for the moon's silver beams. There was only me and you. Do you remember all the laughter. Falling softly through summer skies. And the sound of a soft refrain. As it whispered our good-byes. Do you remember the touch of autum. Cry of the Wolf.
