My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.So, take a stroll down memory lane to remember all of our past Word of the Year selections.This Portal is all about Bypassing Internet Censorship.Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
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Note: I have not personally gone to most of these places.
I have developed this listing from many different TG sources and the places are noted to be TG-friendly. If you have gone to any listed, please email me with your opinions so I can share them here.
Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones, Growing among black folks as among white, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I receive them the same.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.