Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Seventy Years A Miner

We've all seen the things that gold can do to a man's soul. I remember being told, "It's not how much money you have, it's how much they think you have."

Rub the lamp, make your wish. 

Chilled Cristal? A platinum record? World peace? A Talbot-lago with 6000 original miles? How about a big talleywhacker? Really big!

No, you want to live forever, don't you?

Things rust. Stuff falls apart. Love vanishes. Dang.

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