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American Sampler


Fredric Sinclair


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Copyright 2010 Fredric Sinclair


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For my parents



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I cannot console you. I’m not sure if you’ve come to read that kind of thing. The uplifting type. Or the fanciful. I tried at various times to take on those guises, but frankly, I’m just not convincing at it. No. I tried to get the bile out and thought I could tell a story of hope. For the children, I thought. Think of the children! Well, the children had best know that hope only comes after great pain. It’s true. Don’t you swagger. First the crucifixion; then, the resurrection. No twixt ways with that. But children should be children for a while. I agree wholeheartedly. Let them run amuck, terrorizing blindly blinking adults who just want to remember when they had an original thought pass through their mind and a full night’s sleep and maybe a spot of completely reckless behavior with their private parts. Oh, but the children are darlings and some of them are blessed and some of them are abused without their knowing and some of them are abused and they know it and all of them are abusing me by being so frightfully earnest these days. I am abused.

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