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Altered Memories

     I don’t understand some people. Do you know the ones I mean? Those who think that they are now, much better than the very class of people that they used to be. Even though they are ‘cut  from the same bolt of cloth’.. to … Continue reading

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The Hobos And The Tramps

     Ah, the good old days, you may laugh at that, but you know what, maybe for them it wasn’t all that bad. Always moving, no responsibility, except for their own survival, and what they had, was true freedom. Simple, cold, down in … Continue reading

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