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A world that’s filled with anger, corruption, hate, and poverty, sometimes in the midst of this there is one heart warming story. It’s usually where there’s sadness, and when the weather’s bitter cold, where some poor soul is struggling. and where the gutter’s taken hold. I heard one in the Barley Tavern, when perusing the T.A.B. but I wasn’t sure if it was true, ‘cause it involved a Nunnery, but then again the Sisters there, do give good comfort with their aid. I heard that Sister Barbara, with an outsider had it made. I’d often hand a couple of bucks, to the old wino Billy Brown, who’d take his cask of tupp’ny red, to a park, on the edge of town. The one thing that I knew of Bill; he’s honest as the day is long. He’d give to you his final breath, if it meant it’ll keep you strong. Sister Barbara at the convent, of Tommy Brown was unaware, until she saw him from a window in the worst of his despair. Now there’s a man the Sister thought, in desperate need of charity, and from a family gift to her, she’s sworn to help humanity. Sister Barbara wrote a note, giving Bill encouragement. ‘Don’t Despair - Sister Barbara’ - to help Bill with his nourishment. She threw the note onto the ground, and watched him read her written quote, while in the other hand he held, a one hundred dollar note. Bill looked up and gave a wink, and wandered off along the street. One hundred dollars for no chance, but Bill must act out quite discrete, for one hundred dollars in his hands, from Sister Barbara’s convent, is sure to stir the fires of hell, where Bill would never frequent. And like I said I knew that Bill, was honest as the day is long. If he had something that’s not his, he’d take it where it did belong. And so it was that the next day, where Bill would never frequent, he was knocking on the door, of Sister Barbara’s convent. And greeting Sister Barbara, with a wad of hundred dollar notes, Sister Barbara asked “What’s this?” and sheepishly Bill gloats, “It’s your eight thousand Sister; it’s the money that you won. Don’t Despair won in the seventh, with the odds - eighty to one.”

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Don'T Despair

A world that’s filled with anger, corruption, hate, and poverty, sometimes in the midst of this there is one heart warming story. It’s usually where there’s sadness, and when the weather’s bitter cold, where some poor soul is struggling. and where the gutter’s taken hold. I heard one in the Barley Tavern, when perusing the T.A.B. but I wasn’t sure if it was true, ‘cause it involved a Nunnery, but then again the Sisters there, do give good comfort with their aid. I heard that Sister Barbara, with an outsider had it made. I’d often hand a couple of bucks, to the old wino Billy Brown, who’d take his cask of tupp’ny red, to a park, on the edge of town. The one thing that I knew of Bill; he’s honest as the day is long. He’d give to you his final breath, if it meant it’ll keep you strong. Sister Barbara at the convent, of Tommy Brown was unaware, until she saw him from a window in the worst of his despair. Now there’s a man the Sister thought, in desperate need of charity, and from a family gift to her, she’s sworn to help humanity. Sister Barbara wrote a note, giving Bill encouragement. ‘Don’t Despair - Sister Barbara’ - to help Bill with his nourishment. She threw the note onto the ground, and watched him read her written quote, while in the other hand he held, a one hundred dollar note. Bill looked up and gave a wink, and wandered off along the street. One hundred dollars for no chance, but Bill must act out quite discrete, for one hundred dollars in his hands, from Sister Barbara’s convent, is sure to stir the fires of hell, where Bill would never frequent. And like I said I knew that Bill, was honest as the day is long. If he had something that’s not his, he’d take it where it did belong. And so it was that the next day, where Bill would never frequent, he was knocking on the door, of Sister Barbara’s convent. And greeting Sister Barbara, with a wad of hundred dollar notes, Sister Barbara asked “What’s this?” and sheepishly Bill gloats, “It’s your eight thousand Sister; it’s the money that you won. Don’t Despair won in the seventh, with the odds - eighty to one.”