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Giving Indian

Joe the lightning bear Put on his nike air. Ran he did, as fast he can, Through the forest, of his ancestry land. Frantic Joe didn't know where to go, It's not his fault he didn't know.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/27/2010 5:10:00 PM
Congratulations on your win in P.D.'s Indian Giver contest Sadee. Love, Carol
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Date: 12/27/2010 6:40:00 AM
Mercedes, many congratulations on your fine win in PD's contest. Have a wonderful 2011 >> James....:)
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Date: 12/27/2010 5:49:00 AM
Hi. Congratulations on your deserved honour. Eamon
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Date: 12/26/2010 11:48:00 PM
Congratulations on your win, Merecedes. An interesting one! Luv, Andrea
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Date: 12/26/2010 5:04:00 PM
Congrats Mercedes on your big win in PD's contest with this awesome entry .. enjoy with luv..
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Date: 12/26/2010 9:44:00 AM
Joe the lightning bear, Put on his nike air. Love the effect this has Mercedes. Agape, Moses
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Date: 12/26/2010 6:37:00 AM
Congrats, Mercedes, on your win in the contest. Dan C
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Date: 12/26/2010 5:35:00 AM
Congratulations on your win..Sara
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Date: 12/26/2010 5:25:00 AM
Congratulations on this well deserved win in the contest of PD, mercedes
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Date: 12/25/2010 11:12:00 PM
MERCEDES, CONGRATULATIONS I had so much fun reading every entry. Some where serious and awesome, hope you are enjoying your holidays,..p.d.
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Date: 12/12/2010 5:33:00 AM
Nice funny, witty and frolicsome write you have penned on Giving Indian, mercedes
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Date: 12/12/2010 2:03:00 AM
really witty and full of substance! best of luck in the contest, mercedes.. warmest, nette
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