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They Kept Dreaming

Born a boomer, he was. After World War 11, he appeared. Just before The Korean War, he came. Into poverty, Saturday noon, he landed; Never hungry was he. Much warmth and love. Obeyed parents and elders too. He also went to school every day. Good hard-working parents, had he. He even had the treasured luxury of a live-in grandmother who loved him ever so dearly. 8 sisters, 3 brothers, and a dog named Jack; Baseball, apple pies, and Sunday Church. Let it be known that this boomer was surrounded by dreamers. He lived among a proud people that never asked for much. Everybody worked hard, and some also drank hard liquor. Like today, all around the world, people up; people down. The hand full of the very rich, contrasting with the truck loads of the very hard-working poor, who endured the toil and bore the shame. But they did not waste their time and energy playing the 'blame game'. No time for steaming, they went to work every day and kept on dreaming. 090222PS

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