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Murphy, Winkler. Probability forecasting in meteorology. Journal of American Statistical Association. 1984. Volume 79.
Dunsmuir, Kohn, Woodcock. Statistical correction of a deterministic numerical weather prediction model. Journal of American Statis¬tical Association. 2001.
from the journal, the ?
The telegraph, the times
We'd like to know what you think of america
Wonderful
And what do you think of american women
Oh
Everybody wanna be American Boy
Everybody wanna be American Boy
I got the Empire State of mind
Rain on the kingdom
Why the Brits have to stick
the CIA
Who are contributing to a major circulation American journal
We do have people who submit pieces to American journals
Do you have any people being
burn for eternal
MC's delight - popcorn, we poppin every curnel
Jot us in your journal, we hot like a thermal
nuclear explosion, under my
The American dream
It’s the American dream yeah
Look at your screen and see all These things that don’t make you Happy
It’s only temporary yeah
We got American
between the concrete and the mist
Just another inner city river bliss
Uptown, soul of American century, no dispute
Our foreign coup, Malcolm gets shoot,
the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle
Hip-hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
should ball with Michael
I done touched more paper then a journal or a spiral
Choppah get to sing like it's on American idol
Everybody look the scene
Rorschach's journal
Partners quit never compromise
Numb angry brutal
Violent and desensitized
Disgusted with all the fucking
The filth corruption
but still adopted a style
Retained an American profile
Plus the accent
But knew I was different never walked where the crowd went
Innocent till I caught
me smile
I wrote it all down in my journal
With new beads in my hair
I stood on surfboards from my
Parents friends house just a year before
I'd ride my
one on a holiday
When no crimes was made
Journal full
Never blank
I'm thanking moms
She taught me
Boys don't cry
Hilary swank
Pay attention
Every line
noble steed
Writing in my journal
Like tehuti
Just to make sure
I recollect what I see
Spreading all this love
Raise a chalice with me
At my round table
I
A Collection of Irish Songs (1831) and was published in The Edinburgh Literary Journal that year with the title "Molly Malone"
Some elements
congratulations
It's a crisis needle to they arm
But this ain't vaccinations
Rather tat the situations
American Greed, mathematics and the calculations
New soul,
a prodigy eternal
Look at my work a journey a journal
Say I'm seventeen so surprised
So profound born in five (five)
Devil on my shoulder he been there for
to the AIDS-infested Caribbean slum
African streets where the passport's an a American gun
From where they massacre people and try to keep it quiet
And spend the next
eternal
From publishing postmortem journals
Your makeup's running, American Honey
Dancing to Pour Some Sugar on Me
There might not be a second coming
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
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