It is the 4th of July, a celebration--yet I mourn.
As I returned from buying some sparklers and two tickets to the local fireworks show, I passed many empty houses with dead lawns, lock-boxed door handles and no window coverings. These are houses void of the dreams they once held, now full of nothing but broken promises. There seemed to be a house like that on every block. These homes are now owned by a bank that our government felt needed some assistance because they over extended themselves with loans...poor bank.
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Sorry, I guess I was just a bot down on a 4th of July with all my kids scattered around the planet. They day did brighten some. I still am sad to see so many homes that were foreclosed on in LA.
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