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Show Me How To Live (Guitar Backing Track).mp3

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SHOUTOUT #1: 100 Subscribers! + Download...
PLEASE READ: - Ofcourse, Youtube makes it (More) PLEASE READ: - Ofcourse, Youtube makes it crappy. I'm sooo SORRY if you barely see your name! :[ Thank you, thank you! After five months of being a user, started at my first slideshow tribute of Joe Jonas - Only Hope.. [i'm the first/second one to make a tribute with that song and NOW, many copied. someone stole it either. i don't know how to create clips, at that time. lol.] - finally, I have 100 subscribers! WGHOOPS! Thanks to you! * So, here's a little something for you guys. :]] It's not THAT special but you subscribing means the world to me. :] Comment me and tell me if you are there! * Okay, I have many APOLOGIES. I apologize 'cause many subscribers who have LONG usernames were cutted in the video - stupid WMM. lol. SORRY! And before I knew it, I have 100+ subscribers already! I'm sorry to! Don't worry you'll be in my SHOUTOUT #2. I promise. :]] * Okay. I'll be making some shoutouts videos like this. So send me some as a comment here, or my page or a message! You don't need to be a subscriber, fyi. xD * I take requests, same as shoutouts - post it here, on my page or in a message. * ONE LAST THING! Speaking of requests, get ready subscriber #107! I'll make a video for you! :] - Okay, #107 is Pajicutei! Yay! Get ready hmm, number? I know - #115! :P So thank you again guys! Keep subscribing, favoriting, rating and commenting my videos! Peace, Love. JOE Jonas! lol. :] SONG: Take On Me (LIVE) BY: Jonas Brothers (Version) EDITED: Stupid youtube, my comment in my OWN video won't show up! Darn. :] FAQS: * Where did you get the song? - I ripped it here: http://themob.1035kissfm.com/sillyjilly - I used ZDSOFT by the way. :] * Can you send it to me? - Since I ripped it by ZDSOFT,it's a CLIP. I need to convert it by mp3. So, goodluck with that. (EDIT) - I already posted the download link below so, you can download it there sweetie. :]] * Is the song by JB? - Ofcourse! This is the no screaming, live version of "Take On Me" (Cover) * Are you the girl from the beginning? - I wish. :]] It's SELENA GOMEZ and DEMI LOVATO! xD * I'm NOT there! But I subscribed earlier! - It's whether you missed your name there 'cause it's crappy and/or I miss YOU. I'll try to get back with you in the second one! Swearswear! UPDATED!!! Okay. Because I love you guys and you want the download link, here. I'll give it to YOU. I've been working this for some hours teaching myself how to convert this or that and FINALLY, here! Yay. x] I posted the WMA and MP3 so, you choose! I prefer the MP3 better 'cause you can put it on your iPod and such. But WMA is cool too. :]] Okay, 'nuff said. :] ENJOYY! So here's the download link. :] WMA - http://www.savefile.com/files/1428403 MP3 - http://www.savefile.com/files/1430140 Make sure you leave a comment or just credit meee! Thanks. :] (Less)

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Janet Kuypers poem "A Chilld in the...
Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live (More) Janet Kuypers performed this poem in the live Chicago feature at the Beach Poets (Loyola Beacg, Chicago) August 14th, 2005. Because this is a live venue on the beach, there were no microhpones, and since Janet Kuypers has a bit of distance between her and the camera (and there is also a bit of wind off of Lake Michigan in Chicago) it is often not very easy to hear the poems from this show. But if you want to either see the full show, or hear studio mp3 recordings from this show, go to the web page http://www.janetkuypers.com/janetkuypers-dot-com--files/beach-poets08-14-05.htm to get the sudio clips, or even the chapbook that was released on the same day with this event. This is the original poem: a child in the park this was no ordinary park, mind you: there were no swings or children laughing; there were different children there. There was recreation: tennis, the pool, and a maze of streets for bicycles and long walks; surrounded by rows of prefabricated homes each with one little palm tree by the driveway. People drove golf carts around in the park, or large tricycles, or older couples would walk together just as it was beginning to turn to dusk and long shadows from tree-tops cris-crossed over the streets. In the afternoons, the women in the pool would wear hats and sunglasses, lean against the sides, swing legs in the warm water. I remember the summer afternoons when it rained in Florida, and after the rain I would go out in the puddles in my roller skates, skate through them, feet soaking wet. There was even a street named after me in the park, and at the end of Jan Drive there was a pond. I spent hours there, playing imaginary games, pretending I was grown-up, feeding the ducks, watching the fish swim around the rocks at my feet, looking for the turtles, listening to the wind. Oh, I remember Mr. Whorall, how he would walk onto his driveway every time I was playing tennis across the street. He would watch me, tell me how I was getting better at the game every time he saw me. And there was also Mrs. Rogers, who lived up the street from me. She saw me riding my bicycle by one day just before Halloween. She invited me in to help carve a pumpkin. Every year she bought me a Christmas present. The sweetest woman. The most beautiful woman. And there was Ira and Betty Wiggins, who lived on the next street, Sand Drive, with a sign in front of their house that said, "The Wiggins' Wigwam." They had a hammock on their porch, and art so beautiful, so colorful on their walls. They lived in Panama for years, he used to be a doctor. So many things collected from all their travel. They both knew so much, they both loved life. Once they saw me and asked if I wanted to catch a lion. They then went to the side of the road, and with a spoon pulled an ant lion from the top of a sand hill. So many secrets. Every night Ira could be found with cue holder, decorated with Panamanian art, at the pool table, playing my father, or another man who died years ago. I remember that man telling me that when I was younger he would watch me on Easter Sunday, me in my pastel dress, by myself, spinning, dancing in the streets. He remembered me dancing. This is his memory, how he thought of me. And I remember the McKinleys, Pete and Lindy, another beautiful pair who talked of Mexico, of all the places they'd gone, all the things they had seen. So many times I would visit them just to hear them talk. And Pete would try to stump me with an intellectual riddle every time I sat with him; he would ask me about astronomy, what I had learned in my classes since the last time I visited the park. Sometimes they would take me to their country club, play on tennis courts made of clay, how strange it felt on my feet through my tennis shoes. It was like another world there. The park was where I spent my Christmases, my Easters. I remember swimming in the pool, a week shy of thirteen, when my parents told me I was an aunt. Now I talk to my sister on the phone, she asks me if I remember so-and-so from Palos Avenue, from Blue Skys Drive. The couple that had the ornate rock garden in their front yard, or the snow shovel against their light post with the words "rust in peace" painted in white on the metal. Yes, I say, I remember them. Well, so-and-so passed away last week, she says. Heart attack. This is what it comes down to, I think, all these memories are slowly disappearing. So many memories. Where there are palm trees everywhere. It was my other world, my other life, another lifestyle, another everything. This was not an ordinary park, but the children were so much smarter, and still so full of life. So much to teach. So little time. (Less)

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