Nothing natural about evening temperatures, Last night forty, Night before that forty-eight, Well got to take to kitchen my ham its frozen, Grab kittens, Take we babes into supper with their moms then back to blankets, Took moms rug to shed, Locked easy and key came right out, Muss chatting with Sherry, Sure she’s happy,Continue reading “Down to fifty-seven tonight”
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Val Whitewolf 