Deleon Poston
LONG AGO IN and AROUND THE YEAR OF 1945. IN A COMMUNITY OF FRIENDFIELD SOUTH CAROLINA, THERE WAS A RIVER AND A LITTLE JONES LAKE and A LITTLE BOY NAMED BUBBA. and I WAS LITTLE DELEON. THIS STORY IS TRUE. MAY BE A FEW THINGS WERE A LITTLE DIFFERENT BUT NOT A LOT. WE WORKED and PLAYED TOGETHER AND LEARNED TO SHARE. THAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN OUR LIFE TODAY. IF PEOPLE WOULD ONLY LEARN TO SHARE AND HELP ONE AND ANOTHER. OUR BEAUTIFULL WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE TO LIVE AND PLAY. FORGET THE COLOR OF YOUR FRIENDS AND THINK OF WHO THEY ARE AND WHAT THEY STAND FOR. HEY BOYS AND GIRLS LITTLE JONES LAKE IN STILL THERE , SO IF AND WHEN YOU WANT A BEAUTIFULL MESS OF NICE FRESH REDBREST. THATS THE PLACE TO GET THEM. GOOD LUCK ON FINDING THE LAKE, MOST PEOPLE DON’T WANT TO TELL WHERE IT REALLY IN, BUT TAKE MY WORD IT IS THERE AND THE REDBREST IS STILL THERE ALSO. ALL BUT THE ONES LITTLE DELEON, AND LITTLE BUBBA TOOK OUT AND DEVIDED. GOD BLESS ALL THE PEOPLE THAT READS MY BOOK.
