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Historical Sites of Frankford in Philadelphia

Looking for something new while waiting for COVID-19 to go away?

Come sail with The Captain as he walks Rick The Puppy through the streets of Frankford. The Captain made a few friends who are in The Frankford Historical Society. They told him some stories that he could not believe he never knew before. They told him about how important Frankford Ave and who used to travel on it. The Captain learned about the term “The Frankford Advice” and the important location that advice was given in. He sees a graveyard older than the United States and so much more.

 

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Shadows on the Wall

Shadows on the Wall

Shadows on the wall, it used to be three.
You, me and the sun, now it’s only me.
When the sun goes behind the clouds, it sets me free.
I really don’t know what happened to you and me.
Shadows on the wall, it’s only me.
When I wake up in the morning, I think of all three.
Shadows on the wall, where there used to be three.
I think I will never get over you, when you left, one shadow left with you.
When I close my eyes, I can still see three,
That only tells me I’ll never be free,
Shadows on the wall where there used to be three,
On a cloudy day it’s only me.
Shadows on the wall when it used to be three.
BY LENNY JAYNES
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The Miracle of Technology

The miracle of technology

Where do you think we would be today without God, and technology?
Stop and think about the Red Sea when he parted it,  could that be technology?
This word may not be in the Bible, but could it be the word they couldn’t understand, could it be technology?
How about when He turned water into wine, could that be magic or technology?
Now don’t get me wrong, I will agree with all the power in His hands, he can part the Red Sea, turn water into wine as you can see.
But at that time this word was not around, as you can see. So I’m just going to call it the miracle of technology.
BY LENNY JAYNES
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WHAT IS LOVE?

WHAT IS LOVE?

Is it like a marathon or is it like a short race?
Will it last forever, like the wind, will it just blow pass?
When you surrender, do you fly in coach or fly first class?
Does it give you a reason to hold on or is it as thin as ice?

How do you know if it’s real, there must be a test!
When you look into the mirror, your reflection is so bright.
You can only think of one and you have problems sleeping through the night.
Your heart holds onto every moment that you see, you can’t abort.

This thing they call love can it be a marathon, or is it just a short race.

BY LENNY JAYNES