My dearest Lydia is sad. She missed her Donald this summer. No one came to pay her a visit. No Hans or Jose. Her heart is near broken and she knows winter is coming on in. She rests her head and dreams on.
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John Prine Drawing
John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B...
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John Prine as drawn by my great nephew, Brayden. Ain't it cool. Talented young man he is, 14 years old, and loves to draw. B... -
I am posting a day early here, because the events of tomorrow, I know I will be busy. 1920, March 14th - my father was born, I look back on ...
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