Timely Buying opportunity for this SmallCap?
Diamant Art Corp. (SYMBOL: DIAAF.OB) is set to explode on Thursday 02/15/07
All signs pointing to bullish market.
Recommendations: Very strong buy!
SYMBOL: DIAAF.OB
WED. CLOSE: $0.0008
SHORT TERM TARGET: $0.0019
LONG TERM TARGET: $0.0041
Diamant Art Corp. is the exclusive distributor of Diamant™ Food Wrap. One of the world's first NON-PVC polystyrene-
based stretch films, Diamant Food Wrap is a revolutionary health oriented product that is both recyclable and
ecologically friendly. Diamant Art Corp. already sold 22 million feet of Its biodegradable "Pallet Film", more to come!
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His sister had died the year after she had given him the double text, and his father the year after that. He was left thus, the sole support of his ailing mother, who transferred to the silent, sullen boy the irresistible rule of complaining weakness with which she had governed his father. it was thought she could not live long, and the boy stood in terror of a sudden death brought on by displeasure at some act of his. In the end, however, she died quietly in her bed, an old woman of seventy-three, nursed by her daughter-in-law, the widow of Jehiels only brother. Her place in the house was taken by Jehiels sister-in-law, a sickly, helpless woman, alone in the world except for Jehiel, and all the neighbors congratulated him on having a housekeeper ready to his hand. He said nothing.
Uncle Jehiel, it does seem to me I cant have it so! All my life Ive looked forward to bein a sailor and goin around the world, and all. I just hate the valley and the mountains! But I guess I got to stay. Shes only my step-mother, I know, but she was always awful good to me, and she hasnt got anybody else to look after her. His voice broke, and he put his arm up in a crook over his face. But its awful hard! I feel like a bird thats got caught in a snare.
And always the pine tree had grown, insolent in the pride of a creature set in the right surroundings. The imprisoned man had felt himself dwarfed by its height. But now, he looked up at it again, and laughed aloud. It had come late, but it had come. He was fifty-seven years old, almost three-score, but all his life was still to be lived. He said to himself that some folks lived their lives while they did their work, but he had done all his tasks first, and now he could live. The unexpected arrival of the timber merchant and the sale of that piece of land hed never thought would bring him a cent -- was not that an evident sign that Providence was with him? He was too old and broken now to work his way about as he had planned at first, but here had come this six hundred dollars like rain from the sky. He would start as soon as he could sell his stock
