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I was going to be a pilot for the Air Force. Then commercial, of course.
They didn't take me because a Cubanito took a plane from Gitmo to bombard Havana.
I couldn't even be near a plane. Not even wash it.
Nothing to do with mental illness. Just plain bad luck.
The rest is too long. Always living like an old man at twenty one.
Only regret is my friends went to Woodstock, and I stayed behind making money.
Which I lost gambling, and never went to The Concert.
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]Roses are red. Violets are blue.[
Look for the positive in the negative. PIRILON.
If lemons fall from the sky, make lemonade. Unknown.
Nothing stronger than habit. Victor Hugo.
You are the slave of what you say,
and the master of what you keep. Unknown.
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