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The Master of the Remote Control presses buttons which change your soul as your credits are scrolled before your eyes on the television screen. Fastforward...Your wife cries... Rewind. . .You carry a protest sign about that war in Vietnam. The Master of the Remote Control laughs because it likes the show. It has played the tape before. All you can do is stand and stare at the screen, or you can dare to edit your tape to your taste before the time gets too late...
...and then she looked at me with a smile and said with a table knife in her hand... Make the most of burnt toast Man, you gotta use your head. Scrape off the burned part. You need to make the most of your bread. ...and then I had breakfast.
Coats on the children say winter in here. Crowds line both sides of Main Street. Police blues color the night, and Now the time is right for The social event of the year. The Christmas Parade is celebrated by cheers. A fire truck makes its presence known, And the driver is not alone. High school cheer leaders sit atop ladders and cool what’s hot. A Baptist church has a large float With sheep, angels and a message of hope. A Boy Scout troop march in uniforms. Walking the streets keeps them warm. A junior high band quickly goes past, and The kid’s parents hope the music lasts. An old man waves from a Chevrolet As the antique rolls for another day. Little girls from a dance school Demonstrate which steps are cool. Their mothers walk behind to see The darlings return home safely. Camouflaged soldiers of the National Guard Carry rifles behind an armoured car. The high school band performs a tune And the crowd sings along since it Is a carol they all knew. The parade used to go around the square, And shops were open during the fanfare. Now it just goes down Main Street, But still hundreds of people come to meet During the local family affair Even during the wisps of snow in the air. Beauty queens ride by, the Mayor, too. Businesses boast with their floats, all new. A girl jumps at the sight of a gloved hand, But next to pass is the college band. The white glove belongs to Santa Clause As he passes he throws candy because He is why kids want to see the parade. It’s the season to celebrate.
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