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A 360 degree panoramic of our campsite at Balsam Lake Provincial Park last May 2010.

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A female premier in Alberta!

An Alberta NDP Majority!  

Buying a Whole Cow?

Then why not buy this? Beef and Pork Whole Animal Buying Guide 

...which has been inexplicably, directly-linked and indexed by Google

... allowing you do download it directly, legally, and for free - right here: Beef and Pork Whole Animal Buying Guide.PDF 

fifteen year old writes a poem

Alliteration
When words will wallop with
Similar sounding syllables
And an auditory aesthetic

Hyperbole
There’s a million different types of hyperbole
Exaggeration of the most vital sentences
Without them, the poem would bore us to tears

Personification
When poems cause the Sun to smile
And the wind to dance
And the darkness to embrace us

Onomatopoeia
Words that sound like what they mean
Guns go BANG! Bees go BUZZ.
Bacon SIZZLES in hot pans

Imagery
When words escape our lips, they swirl around
Cascading down the backs of our minds
In effortless waves of curiosity and excitement

Rhyme
Running out of time
I have ten cents, we call that a dime
My poems are so rad, that I’m committing a crime

*mic drop*

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