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The Can in the Hand

The sun did not shine. It was too wet to play. So we sat in the house All that cold, cold wet day. I sat there with Martha. We sat there, we two. And I said “I know, I’ll crack us a brew!” I hemmed and I hawed, Much fro-ing and to-ing. And at lastContinue reading “The Can in the Hand”

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