Funny when I took back the cheese last night, Heard nothing, Smelt the crick pot, Found all bits nearly gone from hambone, Love ham. One the give soup great taste, Make my rock soup nice, No rocks, Seven forty-six am, March thirty-first, Fifty-two degrees, Nice rain we in northern Iowa had last night, Lightning andContinue reading “Potatoes done”
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Val Whitewolf 