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Those whose blues sold empathy were forgotten with the exchange of a dollar. Those jumping boxcars get a scent of society, allowing breaths of fresh air to those who have only breathed the steam from sewers. I see the tired, weak, downtrodden, lost, and hungry, becoming a national trend. The poor huddled masses surround flaming garbage cans to keep from freezing, but there is enough waste to warm the country. One who tasted high society with a dry martini will enjoy poverty with a bagged bottle of gin. The world is in dire need of change and the necktie is a noose. The cities rose from the demolished graves of the natives and there was not an appropriate apology. Gabriel Rheaume