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#foodstamps
Damm , sounds like home to me T. S. Elliott's wasteland Where puragatory worst residence live Raise a toast to the Ghost of Christmas Past for you haven't the pressence to make a future out of it . Where happy hour never ends and friendship is sealed by the clink of glass And all the women have traces of ***** on their lips as they ask hey buddy will you buy me a beer Year after year until O'Hara's Pub and Grill becomes your Thanksgiving , Easter , Memorial Day , Christmas , and New Years Day And they even paint a reserved parking space out back for you But they were the only bar open for the blizzard when everyone took acid and danced barefoot in the snow
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
O'Hara's Pub and Grill
Yesterday a phrase popped into my head while I was working. It was, "the illusion of plenty." I work in a grocery store and everyday I am shocked at the number of people I see on foodstamps. The US should stop worrying about foreign wars because people in our own country are losing the war against poverty.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
The Illusion of Plenty