Later came this so called Hoover vile, a place where a fellows house could be another’s garbage, houses of stinking carton and a smell of unhappiness in the air.. that’s were we realized there wasn’t gona be no grapes in our mouths, ah..ol granpa always looking the way he wants things, we all thought that work would be good and California would be nice, but ya never really know until u aint there..
Javier Elizondo
Monday, November 3, 2008
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