THEY It was a cold dark day upon the hill of the house where he slept in hell and dreamed in fire. But the only relief was the sound of his WWII records. It soothed him. He couldn’t breathe without the sound of the music to his ears, and without the sound of the slow scratch before and after the record played. He cant get no relief, there must be some kind of way …showed first 75 words of 326 total…

…showed last 75 words of 326 total…even though it is not their fault. They probably led a better life than you could imagine or even will have much better thoughts than you did. They, the ones who fell behind, they, the ones who didn’t catch on, they, the ones who had nothing to do with it. They are the most caring people I know of and having met some. Most of all they are like me. The same. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**