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Flashback Friday. I was an ant.


I'm the tall ant with the pink shirt.
My church put on a musical called "Antsylvania." It was actually the most fun I've had in a theater production, I think.
It was a tiny church - but we had a lot of tal-ant.

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  1. Anonymous8:20 AM

    "I don't want to be an ant,
    just like any other ant,
    Working in the same ol' hill
    unitl the day I die..."

    It's scary that I can still sing most of the songs from this musical.

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  2. Anonymous10:47 PM

    It appears you were the tall-ant of the show!!!
    Kp

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  3. Anonymous8:00 AM

    Those were the "good old days" at BBC ! I know you can't go back but I still miss Charlie's ministry big time !!

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