They're all in the church. Mother, father, all our family, all our people.

He has removed all of our suffering . Our Lord is certainly All forgiving and All appreciating .

Our desks, our computers, our pencils, our buildings all harbor resident microbial landscapes.

Our very last together in all our lives.

All our attempts failed.

This is our chance to see all our children.

And I really, really hope that we multiply all of our energy, all of our talent and all of our influence to solve this problem.

All of our propaganda, all of our educational messages, all of our public relations messages are designed for future oriented kids who's not the problem.

Our generosity, our altruism, our compassion, are all hardwired to the reward mechanism in our brain.

Our generosity, our altruism, our compassion, are all hardwired to the reward mechanism in our brain.

Strike with all our power.

With all our love, Dad.

We all have our daydreams.

After all, it's our place.

Then all our reconnaissance... useless.

We all have our doubts.

We all secretly want our blankie and our Boo Bear.

All our actions should be really consistent with our aims.

We all secretly want our blankie and our Boo Bear.

Notice all of our rovers and all of our landers have gone to the northern hemisphere.

He typifies our desire that all of our citizens take part in our society.

Imagine if our buildings, our bridges, machines, all of our bricks could actually compute.

that we're all parents that they're all our children.

we have, all nations, pooled all our funds together.

Everything we eat, everything we wear, all our houses, all our objects come from the living Earth.

When we get our pay we throw our money all away

We've lost all our advertisers we've lost our public, for what?

All our memories are reconstructed memories.

Let's do all of our rows.

That's more than all our transportation.

It's more than all our electricity.

All of our statuses are different.

We all chatter with our fingertips.

Also to all our other selves.

All of it, our food system.

If we all do our part,

We've all confessed our little errors.

A fourth of all our goods?

We're blowin' all our dough in

The voice of all our citizens!

Mother, our luggage is all loaded.

This will take all our cunning.

We all owe you our thanks.

But we all have our past.

He never steals all our food.