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And I sit reviewing my week I dyed my linen petticoat With cherry bark And iron oxide. I have five colors now. Almost enough For a box of crayons. I pulled weeds And planted garlic chives And two kinds of gourds. Hoed the garden In between rains. Baked biscuits Twice. Picked old Bob A bag full of kale. Spun some yarn. Ground corn meal With a big stick. Pulled more weeds. Started cleaning And drying Chicory root. And more stuff I can't remember. No wonder I am Tired.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
it's my friday
And I sit reviewing my week I dyed my linen petticoat With cherry bark And iron oxide. I have five colors now. Almost enough For a box of crayons. I pulled weeds And planted garlic chives And two kinds of gourds. Hoed the garden In between rains. Baked biscuits Twice. Picked old Bob A bag full of kale. Spun some yarn. Ground corn meal With a big stick. Pulled more weeds. Started cleaning And drying Chicory root. And more stuff I can't remember. No wonder I am Tired.
emily-burns
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
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