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Ok guys, so this is my new "little project". I get people to hold up that sign that reads "01 - 20 - 09" and take a picture of them. After that I put those pictures together in a collage and make it grow and grow and grow and grow... Why or what is "01 - 20 - 09"? This signifies the last day of office of Mr. President George W. Bush. A happy day, isn't it? To "celebrate" his final day, this collage shows people united as one, happy as all the other people in it about the number "01 - 20 - 09".
NOW! You can help! BUT PLEASE NOTICE!!!
By sending me your picture you automaticaly AGREE that I may use your picture for the publication on this page or any other publication that might occur!
You can send the picture to the following e-mail address:
ray_jule@hotmail.com

Where can you find the sign to hold up? Right here under this following link:

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If it's not working and you want to print out your own sign or you wanna be creative and draw your own sign with a visible enough "01 - 20 - 09" on it, you can certainly do so!

I hope for many helpers in this project so that this collage will grow to over a 1000, maybe even way more than that, pictures!


Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

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