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A Time Called Noel

A time called Noel It is a cold morning, soon it will Christmas and people of good-will are going out in the night to feed the poor, the homeless and other victims, of our capitalist system. Glowing in goodness, they think not the poor need shelter and food every day. The traffic in downtown Cascais was intense on roads not built for this onslaught, we ended up at the biggest supermarket the one that sells to among other useless , plastic bicycles Millions of these bikes toys end up in the ocean and it is a fair bet fish don`t use them, I rather see an ocean of wisely used condoms. The supermarket was so full I panicked had to run to my car, waited until my wife rang she had a trolley full of stuff, but luckily no bike. I got a fire- engine for Christmas as a child, it had wooden wheels that soon fell off, I lost interest. I think it ended up in the wood fire so one can say it was useful to the end.

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