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K Mark Schofer

Every once in a while, the street sweeper come driving down your street. But we’re all the twirls. It turns it cleans it makes noise. It’s a pretty calming noise dangerous to nobody except possibly a vagabond sleeping on the curb but if that’s the case, as usual, our society has bigger problems. Just think about it, to have a nice street is a nice luxury, however,being in the elements sleeping in the street is embarrassing as a society. Maybe the correct word is sinister.

Maybe one day a week let that homeless person sleeping on the street navigate the street sweeper.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.