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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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verily i say to you the man on the fountain said behind his glasses his eyes were blue and his bushy beard was red the snow fell down in soft white flakes upon the sage’s shoulders the day was drawing to a close the air was getting colder verily i say to you the prophet repeated wishing he was in his room by the radiator warmly heated vic and vinny watched the man watched him as he spoke vic had a dollar in his pocket vinny was dead broke vic and vinny watched the sage and felt his secret fears he reminded vic of his uncle jack whom he had not seen for years a violin is playing in a room so far away the prophet climbed down rom his perch he had nothing more to say he then set off across the park with a trembling in his limbs what was he to vic or vinny or they to him? verily i say to you that everything must end you should spend your money if you have any to spend next