I am troubled by these modern times. But, as I ponder each event I think to myself, haven't those rapscallions done this to us poor folk a time or two before?
When I get to writing it all down, I get so confounded. It regrettably may appear that I am trying to make fun of a sad situation. Indeed I am quite concerned about the mischief I find. Dealing personally with those unfortunate souls that suffered would have me in tears all the live long day.
Woe be me to make sense out of it. I just leave the mischief in the state I found it. Insanity.
I do work hard to convey the facts stretched to fit a yarn that can leave a person wondering... Without hurting as bad as those suffering. I live in hope that times will get better, just when we least suspect it.
Disclaimer: Mark Twain (1835-1910-To be continued) is unlicensed. His river pilot's license went delinquent in 1862. Caution advised. Daily Paul ☑
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