Ninety-six Fourth day nineties not yet July

Met a man from Canada, Said their weather was cooler, Cooler and wetter, My kind of weather cool and wetter, Pat Zidlicky says one more then cooler, Flees love this weather, Not me, My Nana loved this, I hope its earm in her heaven, Nana has my mom, And her eldest Clarian, Nana’s youngest sonContinue reading “Ninety-six Fourth day nineties not yet July”

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