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The 99th of August by Johnny Bock



On the 99th of August

flakes of snow

were drifting down.

Said those born at the harvest,

"What the devil had gone wrong?"

When wandering away from the future, can fate be blamed if all goes wrong? If most moves are made to bridge barriers that block a dead end, can these moves be called progress? The 99th of August tells of that particular time in young life when temptation has much greater appeal than opportunity, and what better way to tell such a story than from the mind and through the eyes of a 16-year-old?


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