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The yards are empty. only dirt and other detritus clutter the mid-morning landscape. There are no children outside laughing and playing running red rover over the black tops on Saturday morning. There are no parents smiling, leaning on the old siding, while the funny false teeth wearing grandfather tells stories to the younglings about the old days. Silence is the norm. The fish fries, family reunions, fairs, carnivals, and circuses no longer make this circuit. The gas station, and grocer’s are boarded up leaving only a lonely trail of house after house sprouting weeds and vacancy signs.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
Vacancy
The yards are empty. only dirt and other detritus clutter the mid-morning landscape. There are no children outside laughing and playing running red rover over the black tops on Saturday morning. There are no parents smiling, leaning on the old siding, while the funny false teeth wearing grandfather tells stories to the younglings about the old days. Silence is the norm. The fish fries, family reunions, fairs, carnivals, and circuses no longer make this circuit. The gas station, and grocer’s are boarded up leaving only a lonely trail of house after house sprouting weeds and vacancy signs.
graff1980
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC
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