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My Underwood Typewriter

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As I travel life's road, on my way home, I remember a time when I thought it was endless. Now I know it is not and I'm at peace with that.

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My Underwood Typewriter | As I travel life's road, on my way home, I remember a time when I thought it was endless. Now I know it is not and I'm at peace with that. My Underwood Typewriter As I travel life's road, on my way home, I remember a time when I thought it was endless. Now I know it is not and I'm at peace with that. Skip to content Home ← Older posts The Problem With Dieing Posted on April 11, 2018 by J. D. Groover When I was a young boy, no more than five years old, I was shot in the head. Even seventy years later, I still remember it quite vividly. I was visiting my Grand mother Eva Groover. It was a cold winter morning. I was sitting on the floor in front of a crackling fire in the kitchen fire place waiting for Grandma to finish cooking breakfast on the pot bellied cast iron stove. The next thing I knew I was in the bed looking up at Grandma’s anxious face as she wiped blood off of my forehead. Some how a bullet had been swept into the fire plac...

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