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Sometimes I'm the boy who stood helpless on my grandmother's porch looking down the hill upon Hell's fire and the black plumes that pushed men into early graves –Ron Gavalik
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 12:20 AM UTC
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Sometimes I'm the boy who stood helpless on my grandmother's porch looking down the hill upon Hell's fire and the black plumes that pushed men into early graves –Ron Gavalik
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