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Whatever happened to Jerry McGee, who talked to the birds and sang to the trees....the gnomes in the garden were his best friends, his mind greatly wandered until he was down his knees...he plead for redemption ...he begged for release from the disease that plagued him and left him with no means. His friends were all gone and had succumbed to the folly...the delusions were real and his name they were calling...he sank to the ground ...he could bare no more, he reached in his pocket and ended it all. They found his lifeless body, a needle still in his hand, a picture of Jesus crumpled up in the sand.


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