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Imagine That

How far we've fallen. About a half century ago there was a young man living in John Lennon's Garden. disillusioned- dirty -confused. Outside his mansion John came out briefly chatting with the man Inviting him in for a bite to eat. Imagine that, treating a grubby stranger like a king. Fast forward-2024 a couple nights before X-mas. A woman fast asleep on a subway, set on fire by a mad man. Imagine a hate so deep to bring hell upon a stranger's dream. Imagine that artificial turf replacing natural grass. My, how far we've fallen my-my how far we've fallen.

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