Foolsandbigots
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ORIGINAL: Dvr22999874 I once knew a guy who had been a minor, minor miner in a minor mine. It all got too confusing, so he left and went to sea. A roughneck, redneck, Queenslander ,sitting on a Flowery patterned settee, probably drinking tea. The fellow whips his women don't you see! A coffee table full of Sunday newspapers and color supplements full of adverts and tacky stories of celebrities from tinsel town and neighbors. Wooden frames they call bookcases full of paper they call books. Most the roughneck has not looked and so they gather dust. A tiled floor beneath the rough tough feet. In a masonic temple on the square he is not. Fellows of the craft would say, black ball the bastard we cannot accept. Echoed by all in the freemason Hall,be they craft, Mark, Royal arch, or higher masons all.
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