When the fiber optic guys,
Well the hole diggers,
Wenlst Union Trenchers were in the trailer court in Quasqueton,Iowa,
They were in all our yards,
We aren’t even allowed to dig or have gardens in the landbwe all rent from the city,
But the. land lord and the city gave them permission,
So they dug every where,
Yesterday, when I took Miss Della Rease to her resting place my cane sunk,
I nearly fell,
Mow I have three more precious babies that have passed,
There’s no rhyme or reason,
The last kitten was fighting laying on my lap,
Was run over by her by her mom Ruth,
First , light those three sweet babies as going into my my yard,
It is time to feed my little ones again,
Boots think it’s his time to be fed again,
Val Whitewolf 