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Sam06
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Getting ready for March 11?
C&P
Posters were plastered around three Portland high schools Sunday showing a QR code inside of an unfamiliar symbol. Scan the code and you'll be redirected to a website with the same symbol and a countdown set to end at 11:11 a.m. on March 11. The website isn't named. The URL contains only numbers, much like the first of only two pages on the website.
The story
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2015/03/03/police-are-investigating-what-this-mystery-countdown-could-mean-for-three-high-schools/
C&P
Posters were plastered around three Portland high schools Sunday showing a QR code inside of an unfamiliar symbol. Scan the code and you'll be redirected to a website with the same symbol and a countdown set to end at 11:11 a.m. on March 11. The website isn't named. The URL contains only numbers, much like the first of only two pages on the website.
The story
http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2015/03/03/police-are-investigating-what-this-mystery-countdown-could-mean-for-three-high-schools/
RLTW
Comments
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made,
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
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I think there all working in Salem.