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		<title>Comment on Good Reminder&#8230; by Miss Scott</title>
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		<dc:creator>Miss Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:15:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,
Ridin&#039; on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.
One&#039;s headed for vacation, one for higher education,
And two of them were searchin&#039; for lost souls.
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.
An&#039; eighteen wheelers can&#039;t stop on a dime.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there&#039;s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it&#039;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It&#039;s what you leave behind you when you go.

That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,
The faith an&#039; love for growin&#039; things in his young son&#039;s heart.
An&#039; that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:
Did her best to give &#039;em all a better start.
An&#039; that preacher whispered: &quot;Can&#039;t you see the Promised Land?&quot;
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker&#039;s hand.

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there&#039;s not four of them, Heaven only knows.
I guess it&#039;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It&#039;s what you leave behind you when you go.

That&#039;s the story that our preacher told last Sunday.
As he held that blood-stained bible up,
For all of us to see.
He said: &quot;Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an&#039; the preacher;
&quot;Who gave this Bible to my mamma,
&quot;Who read it to me.&quot;

There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,
Why there&#039;s not four of them, now I guess we know.
It&#039;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,
It&#039;s what you leave behind you when you go.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher,<br />
Ridin&#8217; on a midnight bus bound for Mexico.<br />
One&#8217;s headed for vacation, one for higher education,<br />
And two of them were searchin&#8217; for lost souls.<br />
That driver never ever saw the stop sign.<br />
An&#8217; eighteen wheelers can&#8217;t stop on a dime.</p>
<p>There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,<br />
Why there&#8217;s not four of them, Heaven only knows.<br />
I guess it&#8217;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,<br />
It&#8217;s what you leave behind you when you go.</p>
<p>That farmer left a harvest, a home and eighty acres,<br />
The faith an&#8217; love for growin&#8217; things in his young son&#8217;s heart.<br />
An&#8217; that teacher left her wisdom in the minds of lots of children:<br />
Did her best to give &#8216;em all a better start.<br />
An&#8217; that preacher whispered: &#8220;Can&#8217;t you see the Promised Land?&#8221;<br />
As he laid his blood-stained bible in that hooker&#8217;s hand.</p>
<p>There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,<br />
Why there&#8217;s not four of them, Heaven only knows.<br />
I guess it&#8217;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,<br />
It&#8217;s what you leave behind you when you go.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s the story that our preacher told last Sunday.<br />
As he held that blood-stained bible up,<br />
For all of us to see.<br />
He said: &#8220;Bless the farmer, and the teacher, an&#8217; the preacher;<br />
&#8220;Who gave this Bible to my mamma,<br />
&#8220;Who read it to me.&#8221;</p>
<p>There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway,<br />
Why there&#8217;s not four of them, now I guess we know.<br />
It&#8217;s not what you take when you leave this world behind you,<br />
It&#8217;s what you leave behind you when you go.</p>
<p>There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway.</p>
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		<title>Comment on What&#8217;s your opinion? by Jessica</title>
		<link>http://scottacofo.edublogs.org/2008/07/02/whats-your-opinion/comment-page-1/#comment-5</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 19:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was first pregnant when I turned 16. I ironically signed up for child development class the previous summer for the following fall in high school. I was about 7 months pregnant when I had to take one of those babies home that gets up in the middle of the night. It was awful! I got no sleep at all between the child in my womb keeping me up and the &quot;fake baby&quot; that cried all night. I think giving children condoms at school is awful. I think abstinence in the only thing we should be teaching children of that age. I never got the &quot;sex talk&quot; from my mother and it probably would&#039;ve saved me from being a mother at the age of 17. Why do we teach our children it&#039;s ok to have sex before they&#039;re married as long as they&#039;re protected? It&#039;s a joke.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was first pregnant when I turned 16. I ironically signed up for child development class the previous summer for the following fall in high school. I was about 7 months pregnant when I had to take one of those babies home that gets up in the middle of the night. It was awful! I got no sleep at all between the child in my womb keeping me up and the &#8220;fake baby&#8221; that cried all night. I think giving children condoms at school is awful. I think abstinence in the only thing we should be teaching children of that age. I never got the &#8220;sex talk&#8221; from my mother and it probably would&#8217;ve saved me from being a mother at the age of 17. Why do we teach our children it&#8217;s ok to have sex before they&#8217;re married as long as they&#8217;re protected? It&#8217;s a joke.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Oh really?? by Miss Scott</title>
		<link>http://scottacofo.edublogs.org/2008/06/19/oh-really/comment-page-1/#comment-4</link>
		<dc:creator>Miss Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:48:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Somethings I Love&#8230; by neat site &#124; Miss Scott's Blog</title>
		<link>http://scottacofo.edublogs.org/2008/06/09/somethings-i-love/comment-page-1/#comment-3</link>
		<dc:creator>neat site &#124; Miss Scott's Blog</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 14:40:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Why I want to teach&#8230; by Miss Scott</title>
		<link>http://scottacofo.edublogs.org/2008/06/10/why-i-want-to-teach/comment-page-1/#comment-2</link>
		<dc:creator>Miss Scott</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 22:55:35 +0000</pubDate>
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