We were so poor growing up that instead of having sweet potato pie, we had carrot pie.
Thursday, July 3, 2025
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We travel from place to another- the huddle-fuddle of life going from one Hell into the next Hell. Where is the mythical charmer?
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The great oak stands magnificently alone in the meadow, far from the nexus forest. Seasons have passed for the secular oak as decades...
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One morning cleaning up behind the bar there was a loaded sawed-off double-barrel shotgun propped up beside the cooler underneath the...
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Man's defeated when born, yet he contrives an escape clause, and that's to be immortal.
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