Tuesday, April 28, 2020

Nicole's tract of roses.


Wow, huh?  He knows how to play piano, next thing you know the sheet is down so far where you can actually see some of Nicole's bush.

And then its like, it no longer matters what is said.

Janie had seen him coming along in a wagon, along side where the group was cropping, and her deddy said that Woodrow could play piano.  In that instant, Janie said she would have a baby for Woodrow.


Natalie and Woodrow heard the Blue Bellies through the woods, because they sounded like a tornado full of angry cats, and then Nattie and Wood clamored under the one-room cabin, in what was less than a crawlspace, mostly because they couldn't properly crawl there under the low clearance.  Some of the chickens even followed them, maybe out of curiosity.


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