This makes me wonder how many Planeteers are jailbirds ... er ... I mean, those unfortunate souls who, through absolutely no fault of their own, have been caught up in the vagaries of social injustice.
When I think back on my halcyon, salad days, I count myself among the fortunate that I was never shot, stabbed, run over, or arrested.
My thoughts then turn to all those we have lost to the vicissitudes of youth.
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