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Stockville had its beginning as a trading center for the ranchers in the south central region. Organized in 1872 and laid out by W.L.McClary as the county seat of Frontier County, Stockville grew rapidly when homesteaders arrived

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Posted 27 Feb 2003

A former employee of electronic voting booth maker VoteHere has filed a civil suit against the firm, claiming that the company's digital balloting systems contain error-laden software which has never been properly audited.

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every state's election website. Pages include voter
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ballot and referendum information.

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If poetry could pick apart the atom,
Unravel D.N.A., or stop old age,
It's value could be measured with a gauge
And read so clearly anyone could fathom
The full five feet of every line and verse.
But there's more to poetry than metered lines,
The by-products of our frustrated lives
Or an attempt to set things right with words.
We could think of poems as frozen time,
As threads of thought, holding words together.
What connects them is not the verse or rhyme
But measured breath, a date, a time, a thought.
An emotion we had before dying,
A ripple on the waters that was caught.
5:52 AM 4/13/2003

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Your somewhat wooden, early Victorian
Prose reminds me of the times we sailed out
From Mt. Sinai Harbor to the Thimble
Islands, tacking across the Sound as the wind
Bore against our course from the northeast.
Forcing us to swing from land to sight of land
You would shout "Ready about! Hard a' lee!"
We ducked as the boom raked over our heads,
And the boat keeled into the new course.
You're not here to pilot now, or set anchor.
Each night you'd go about and test the lines
Securing us inside your wooden home.
Now we're each adrift in the tide of our lives.
I must watch the stars and go on alone.
9:42 AM 4/6/2003

THERE WERE A LOT OF PEOPLE I WANTED TO CALL:
After years of not really hearing from any one,
My freinds told me I should get a lawyer,
Rather than try to do the thing alone.
I said I had fun looking up my people,
But not so , It would be great releif
To take away the trouble and the hassle
Of law and leave me alone with my grief.
If I haven't felt the loss, I';d feel it now.
My father really died!
I cannot find his number now.
There's no address i can write.

i woke up this morning and i wrote a song
mourning the loss of every one that lives
who will eventually come to rest
*no one will sing it after i am gone*

I woke up to spinning in my torpid sheets
the words of the song forming in my mind
i got up to get my pen, and then found
the book i write in, *tearing through the sheets*

I lost the words. They faded back to dreams
i write this verse in the place of the lost
the lines dispersed like monkeys through the trees
chased away by the real needs of the day.
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ordinary speech will take its place