Where the poor people live.
The other side of the tracks, seen from this side.
We know who lives here.
In Jericho, where Jericho Jim shops.
In Jericho, where the walls are coming down.
Main street of Gladstone, Sunday afternoon...
Don't fence me in.
I came, I saw, I gnawed it to death.
2 comments:
OMG, Phil, there isn't even a 'one horse'!
It's a much smaller town than that :-)
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