No spring, Farmers are out, Fields are being plowed, Made it to eighty-three. Owing down now, Now it’s eighty-one, Rain predicted this weekend, Northern Iowa is some kind of dry, No leaves yet, Shrubs are greening up, I want to be farmi g fish in Wisconsin, Successful with books, Six thirty-nine Penny’s returning from Waterloo,Continue reading “Another year”
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