loud polka music on the radio

Is a god above?

Does it matter? Fresh blossoms

on my crepe myrtle.

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One of the guards, called caretakers here, enjoys light torture, so at night he plays loud polka music on the radio. Indeed, it does torture some the prisoners, called patients here, but not me, I love it. It takes me back to the polka radio stations I heard in Baltimore in my youth. And after so many years here I have made up some pretty good dances to this music, if I do say so myself. Shall I demonstrate?

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a two week vacation at the gigantic Walmart Superstore

new clothes everyday

new shoes too

lounging in the patio section

sleeping bags at night in sporting goods

all kinds of snacks and big screen TVs

new bikes to ride

such a wonderful vacation

we may never go home

here try this cheese spread

it’s delicious

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james lee jobe 

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