To: algore
I wish I lived next to you.
To: crusty old prospector; algore
The houses on both sides of him, burned down.
23 posted on
09/30/2021 12:39:37 PM PDT by
Carriage Hill
(A society grows great when old men plant trees, in whose shade they know they will never sit.)
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