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From day one this class carried the proverbial big stick. They may have swaggered a bit - blame it on their youth but they walked softly. They did not feel the need to draw attention to the stick - nobody could miss it. |
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Today the stick remains the same, but the walk is not as soft. Father time has tired of replenishing the oils in their joints, tired of holding back the sludge in their coronaries, tired of mending broken down neuronal synapses, and tired of keeping intact the channels to their lumbosacral energies; but they do not really care for they still relish the memories of this journey. In these pages they bring back those years. |
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