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09/17/24 at 02:50PM
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Life Stories - Memories
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Sometime ago,
in a land forlorn,
when I arrived,
the year I was born.
Times were tough,
I've been told.
Looking for work,
was getting old.
Jobs on the Railroad,
a section gang for me.
Laying new rail and tracks,
in Montana, where I be.
The middle of the depression,
when money was tight,
as bills were mounting,
as we worried through the night.
