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What If Thanksgiving Celebrated 365 Days a Year Part Ii

to dirt poor anonymous guerillas G.I. Jane or G.I. Joe who cross paths with each other, even those one doth not know when ordinary biases, callousness, denigration...doth full low out the mouths of hoity toity MainLiners towards working class people - mow awe less trying to remain financially afloat, and with plea for handout would receive an emphatic NO! Thee exception to unspoken aristocratic rule arising on feted buzz feed ding occasions where oboe players invoke cobra to deliver riches galore to the 'po whom sincerely show gratitutde, yet wonder why status quo reserves select calendrical dates for handouts proffered after standing in a row of similarly bereft individuals aware at stark outpouring overt nurture minded, humanity (with perchance a guest appearance by Sean Hannity), this public denouement, an atypical venue for his television show where generosity spills forth from said personality and others alike blithely, demonstrably, fortuitously, happily, jubilantly, lovingly, modestly, poignantly, where an announcer speaks thru a mike to open their doors and hearts asper, those down and out pushing belongings along the pea king pike of broken tureens with only a mangy dog as companionship, and though I admit tubby hyperbolical, hypocritical, hypothetical hypoteneuse of hippopotamus no charity less valuable then self and spouse, whom both experience spike in anxiety since net income purportedly below the poverty level, though we reside within subsidized housing (outliers here at 2 Highland Manor Drive), Page Number Three yet random acts of an effortless smile, cordial greeting to passersby, or waving fellow drivers right of way, such minimally polite services today, the most within my limited monetary hi say means, which behavior aye strive ray dee to maintain zero cost politesse, which cost nada cent, but doth pay highest dividends, which reciprocal acknowledge may be the greatest reward, whether or not a response elicited tis quite o kay the satisfaction arising breeching comfort zone viz exposure therapy lighting up gray matter analogous to a cerebral Christmas tree and any regret avoided, asper congenial efforts generate “hi” kickstarts my day.

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