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While the world And I Mourn Kobe's passing, On nearly the same day Jihadists invaded villages... West Africa, Burkina Faso, Alamou. Villagers ordered out Into the open areas Gunned down, Slashed, Murdered. An attendance question opens, "What happened in the world?' Kobe Bryant is gone. Private helicopter crashed. The world is on its head. We hang our heads In mourning. Jacque's turn: "My village was Attacked Saturday. Forty people killed. My wife and children... There. The people are fleeing To the capitol, Ouagadouga." [Awkward, this revelation. How will I ever justify A week of Edgar Allan Poe?] We bow to pray.
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
Kobe & Burkina
While the world And I Mourn Kobe's passing, On nearly the same day Jihadists invaded villages... West Africa, Burkina Faso, Alamou. Villagers ordered out Into the open areas Gunned down, Slashed, Murdered. An attendance question opens, "What happened in the world?' Kobe Bryant is gone. Private helicopter crashed. The world is on its head. We hang our heads In mourning. Jacque's turn: "My village was Attacked Saturday. Forty people killed. My wife and children... There. The people are fleeing To the capitol, Ouagadouga." [Awkward, this revelation. How will I ever justify A week of Edgar Allan Poe?] We bow to pray.
The life of the classroom. God help us.
#kobe#mourning#burkina
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Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
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