“Let me take you down‘Cause I’m going to Strawberry FieldsNothing is realAnd nothing to get hung aboutStrawberry Fields forever” So sung the Beatles. Boys and girls, they were singing about a gorgeous red-headed woman. And I had a strawberry fields experience. It happened tonight at a gas station. She was dressed in black. I put...

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