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Aug 2010
Once upon a time in a far off  Village lived a Tribe of people called the "WITH-ERS".   next were the Tribes named Nearest,  Nearer,  Near,  Searchers and the Lost..  The WITH-ERS LIVED in the very Center of the Tribal Areas.  Each Tribe had it's boundaries marked by Barbed wire,  Concrete blocks,  Electric fences,  Guard dogs,  Warning signs,  Armed Patrols,  Flashing Lights and Laser beams...  The *WITH-ERS  Tribe Boundaries were marked by Every tree that GOD  has ever made.   Each Tree was always in full bloom and showing the brightest of Green..  Sweet, Soft Music  came always from the Center of the *WITHERS community,  YET NO BAND  could be seen..   The LIGHT from the EYES  of each of the WITH-ERS tribe members  seemed to glisten to ANY  OBSERVER.   When standing next to a WITH-ERS one could feel the Energy,  love,  fellowship and helpfulness that always seemed to be present.    The WITH-ERS were envied,  hated,  despised,  loved,  adored,  threatened,  praised,  and Talked about  by ALL  the Surrounding Tribes and they especially liked to call them "PECULIAR"..   THE WITHERS* GLADLY ACCEPT any who "WOULD-CHOOSE" to join them...BY THE WAY,,,Which Tribe should we  decide to JOIN,,,,THE CHOICE " IS OURS ".......
Copyright  2010    Barnoah     ,  Mike Ham
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