9620. I AM ROARING THE SLIDE DOWN TO MOCCASIN POINT

I AM ROARING THE SLIDE

DOWN TO MOCCASIN POINT

Here's where they slaughtered all the Indians, 

the American ones, the natives, the locals,

those who here were first. Flip the coin, OK,

and see who cares  -  apparently no one at all.

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We've forgotten all that fretting, yet now the

county-funded Nature Center will open it up

for weekends and claim to tell you all you'd

wish to know about what was here before.

And, yeah, they'll come out in droves. The

history drones, the kids and the kiddies, the

joiners and the parents with the dough. The

Society For the Memory of the Past will

soon have again its fund-raising dinner

at Pillegi's Italian Ristorante.

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Just don't drink the water, OK, because

it comes from the creek over there, Don't 

ask why; it's something worked out in the

County Freeholders meetings. And, that

large round boulder, which the contractor

from Theo. Stavinsky's Lawn and Garden

refused to move because it was just too

heavy, well, I can tell you, it was the ritual

rock used by the Sendicant-Moden people

who once lived here. They sacrificed animals

upon its large flat surface, and the blood

ran into the stream. In 1693, they were

massacred en masse, on their own damn 

rock by the stately settlers moving in.

What a day that must have been.