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In the good times;the rich oppress the poor.In the bad times;the poor get their revenge.And the bad times always come. Be afraid;be happy.Your time will come again;if you don’t die now. Will it be the Mob;with a guillotine?Or a trial;with a noose? There is a pattern;to what we call random.There is a path;we all fallContinue reading “The Good Times”