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Every Saturday and Sunday morning after Sunday School,
Mary and her three sisters and two brothers pack in
like sardines in their 1970’s Ford LTD and drive to a nearby
road off the highway, park the car and start “treasure hunting” for pop
bottles, by the end of a long hard day enough pop bottles can
help pay for the groceries.
Living a poor life in a 1970’s neighborhood is one thing, but
being completely humiliated by picking up pop bottles on the
side of the road where friends can see Mary and her family
is another matter. When Dad falls ill and is no longer
able to work, things in the family take a turn for the worse and
Mary learns the value of honor, family and sacrifice.
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Could it be that Edgar Allen Poe is still around haunting us from the grave? Hal O'Weane's dark tales might prove that he is! I'll let you be the judge of that!
A group of Three Dark Tales that will make your hair stand on end!
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In the End: Apocalyptic Poetry
by Debra Kraft
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 In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into |
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