Two fifteen am no new babies,

Momma’s been fed, Quasqueton Iowa’s being blessed, Been dry so long, Magic fingers of rain lightly touching the roof’s surface, Hear nothing now, Damn shingles making it hard not to poo a couple fake alive, Fed Dauphnie, Saw Pretty bird, Had turned off all the fans except Lillies and Lady’s fan, The oldest cats assumeContinue reading “Two fifteen am no new babies,”

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