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Security Guard I failed to get a licence to turn my snack-bar into a wine-bar, at the time the later was unheard of now they are everywhere; it appears I was ahead of time, anyway, not cut out to stay all day selling burgers, hotdogs and sweet drinks sold it and for a while, I could sleep till nine. Snoozing does not pay for itself I had to find a job night- work as a security guard at a building site. I was reading poetry at the time and noticed bards of yore came from wealthy families or had someone to pay their bill for sexual favours, as I was not that way inclined resigned my lousy paid job and went to sea when my ship was in port, I found a godforsaken bar continued to read, drink and dream

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Date: 1/2/2017 8:14:00 AM
Don't let the dream end. Namaste.
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