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Born in 1979 in Bend, OR, now live in Eastern Oregon as a Protestant Christian married man. Blogger, freelance writer, small business owner, musician, greenskeeper, golfer, history buff, animal and nature lover, truth seeker and lover, veteran, and Historicist.

Hello, this is Robbie Newport. Check out the links to find my writing work. Thanks for coming by.

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An Ode to Grandpa Lee

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