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In recent years, breweries and brew pubs have flourished across the Nation. And, as the Representative from Oregon's fourth district, I have enjoyed seeing the diversity that craft brewery has fueled across the Nation.
quote by Peter DeFazio
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I've experienced first-hand the wonderful work organizations like J Bar J do for young people in Central Oregon and I am encouraged that the federal government is taking an active role in the Cascade Youth and Family Center.
quote by Greg Walden
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With the increasing demand for oil around the world and the rising costs in Oregon and throughout the nation, we must focus on the development of alternate energy sources, especially those that are clean, efficient and renewable.
quote by Greg Walden
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There is a lot of lip service paid in this Congress and downtown at the White House about family values and small business. Who better represents family values and small business than the fishermen and women on the Oregon and California coast.
quote by Peter DeFazio
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A Promise To California
A PROMISE to California,
Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon:
Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
to teach robust American love;
For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you, inland,
and along the Western Sea;
For These States tend inland, and toward the Western Sea--and I will
also.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Age Of Dallas
What did it mean
To be young
In the Age of Dallas?
To come home
To the farmhouse?
Ironing strewn
Across the living room
Mother crying
In front of the T.V.
Re-runs of Dealey Plaza.
I remember someone
Mentioning Camelot
Third-grade in Corvallis
My teacher came from Austin
But the School Secretary
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poem by Justice Putnam
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Depoe Bay
On Oregon coast down “101” way
Where the sea meets old lava flow
Lay a hamlet known as Depoe Bay
Where seawater geysers do blow
There’s a pub known as “Sea Hag”
Where travelers stop for cold beer
Sit by warm hearth, light up a fag
Hear din of boats from nearby pier
Music begins, bar maids do scurry
Stand in front of bottles & glasses
Beat sticks, playing with great flurry
All you will see is elbows 'n asses
Should you travel“101” one fine day
Be sure to tarry at old Depoe Bay
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Im Done With All The Pain Im Done Getting Hurt
Im done with all the pain im done getting hurt-
Your over there getting jelous and thinking all i do is flurt-
Im done with all the pain im done getting hurt-
Your getting mad at me when your showing off that mini skirt-
Im done with all the pain im done getting hurt-
You dont even have manners, in front of my mom you decided to burp-
Im done getting hurt im done with all the pain-
We fight so much i feel like im going insaine-
Im done getting hurt im done with all the pain-
Every night you make me cry outside i see rain-
poem by David Oregon
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Why I Love Oregon Pinot Noir
In misty valleys of “Great Northwest”
A delicate, fragile grape doth grow
Sought by wineries wanting the best
And wine maker’s “In the know”
From bottle I decant, so all may see
Willamette Valley’s finest ruby wine
So they may indulge with you and me
This complex liquid, bold and fine
How softly Pinot rolls upon thy tongue
Aroused taste buds fill at once with zest
A noble wine without peer amongst
All others…for it's by far the very best
This be why I love Oregon Pinot Noir
So now let us enjoy another pour
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poem by Ray Lucero
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The Modest Jazz-Bird
The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard song—
A cock-a-doodle bray,
A jingle-bells, a boiler works,
A he-man's roundelay.
The eagle said, 'My noisy son,
I send you out to fight!'
So the youngster spread his sunflower wings
And roared with all his might.
His headlight eyes went flashing
From Oregon to Maine;
And the land was dark with airships
In the darting Jazz-bird's train.
Crossing the howling ocean,
His bell-mouth shook the sky;
And the Yankees in the trenches
Gave back the hue and cry.
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poem by Vachel Lindsay
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