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Arctic air , a Canadian export, not ledgered in any book of trade, replaced hunger as the body's sole attention. There will be time for additional Canadian exports: wheat, canola, eggs, bacon, beans, potatoes... But the temperature plunge routed the homeless last night from their million dollar bridge encampments, scattering their shanty collective, into a forced survival march to heated shelters. "Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.   Come in my children. God loves you."
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Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
A forced march
Arctic air , a Canadian export, not ledgered in any book of trade, replaced hunger as the body's sole attention. There will be time for additional Canadian exports: wheat, canola, eggs, bacon, beans, potatoes... But the temperature plunge routed the homeless last night from their million dollar bridge encampments, scattering their shanty collective, into a forced survival march to heated shelters. "Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.   Come in my children. God loves you."
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Dec 8, 2010
Dec 8, 2010 at 6:17 AM UTC
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