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Much better..

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I'd love to win!
We're giving away a Nexus 5! Here, take it: http://muo.fm/HTYavQ

But first, +1 and SHARE this post!
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Last chance to win!
Now, go for the last Nexus 4 we have. Conditions are easier to meet than ever. But remember: Share the game with your circles...

Congrats to last week's winner +Christian Fizia .

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Drats! I missed last week.  Don't forget about they contest.  I hope I win.
2,5 hours to go. Take your chance, if you haven't yet | Win Four Nexus 4 in Four Weeks #3 - Noupe Magazine | http://ow.ly/mU4v7

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Great contest. Hope I win!!
Here we are. Back with the promised raffle, well at least part 1 of it. Head on over to Noupe to read what we have in store for you...

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I've known Wendy for about 10 years. Best peoples ever. #DistrictWendy4Life #sb5 #txlege

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If I'm a good boy, maybe the new phone faeries will grant my wish.  Either way +Noupe deserves the publicity. They're a super useful site for anyone in the industry.
Here we are. Back with the promised raffle, well at least part 1 of it. Head on over to Noupe to read what we have in store for you...

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One of the good thing about getting old is rediscovering great music from days when you had more hair and felt overly optimistic about being attractive and cool.

Such shameless Bards we have; and yet 'tis true,
There are as mad, abandon'd Criticks too.
The Bookful Blockhead, ignorantly read,
With Loads of Learned Lumber in his Head,
With his own Tongue still edifies his Ears,
And always List'ning to Himself appears.
All Books he reads, and all he reads assails,
From Dryden's Fables down to Durfey's Tales.
With him, most Authors steal their Works, or buy;
Garth did not write his own Dispensary.
Name a new Play, and he's the Poet's Friend,
Nay show'd his Faults - but when wou'd Poets mend?
No Place so Sacred from such Fops is barr'd,
Nor is Paul's Church more safe than Paul's Church-yard:
Nay, fly to Altars; there they'll talk you dead;
For Fools rush in where Angels fear to tread.
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