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Moon Light Ride

The brown tipped grass peeked through the snow -
With stems quite cold and forlorn.
The north gale came and so winds did blow
and nodded their heads in form. 235 more words

Poetry

A Horse? Of course!

I have no idea if his name is Ed, or Mr. Crazy Pants McGhee, but I am going with the latter….

Jacksonville

Something Completely Different Fridays!

Oscar’s (Tail) Tale

Thirty Nine—Lolly, Bailey, and Grandma Brown Visit Adrian’s Farm

In the days that followed my big birthday bash, Adrian came over for supper quite a few times.  729 more words