Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Kean and May as Shlomo


I am Shlomo and am a Jewish boy. My dad is a Rabbi and was born in the United States of America but moved down to Jerusalem. Everything I know is from a Jewish perspective and from the Torah. I don't know any Arabs, but why would or should I? They have killed my people and have caused terror to us. They freak me out honestly. I am a Yeshiva student preparing to become a rabbi. I start studying at 7:30 AM, and I end at 7:30 PM. I don't have to be in the army because I am religious, and I think we, the rabbis, do enough for the country. Everyday, I have to wear pants and a jacket. Many people think that rabbis should go in the military and that they can study in the army, but I disagree. I am proud to be a Jew and to become a rabbi for my country. I understand why the Arabs are unhappy, but I also feel that they should not interfere with our nation and they should just leave.

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  1. I liked a LOT of LYRICS I adore ROB. your work and respect the idea to flee ...And I run for freedom; we are still children and we do not have the physical power, but our minds think a desire for peace ...I run away to hide everywhere afraid to not hear the sound of tambourines desolate. ...Every word has a hope in Syria without the sadoughi.We want freedom without having to feel behind us about a shotgun.In Romania it's spring so I want a raw bud to take over Syria in a huge white flower of peace with petals of a wild joy.In Romania, Anastasia.

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  2. I liked a LOT of LYRICS I adore ROB. your work and respect the idea to flee ...And I run for freedom; we are still children and we do not have the physical power, but our minds think a desire for peace ...I run away to hide everywhere afraid to not hear the sound of tambourines desolate. ...Every word has a hope in Syria without the sadoughi.We want freedom without having to feel behind us about a shotgun.In Romania it's spring so I want a raw bud to take over Syria in a huge white flower of peace with petals of a wild joy.In Romania, Anastasia.

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