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*Have you ever walked the habanero row Worked in spicy air that wouldn't let go Run to the henhouse like stormy wind Sit with the chickens till the burning ends* ..
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Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
Pepper Picking Mornings ..
*Have you ever walked the habanero row Worked in spicy air that wouldn't let go Run to the henhouse like stormy wind Sit with the chickens till the burning ends* ..
Copyright September 31 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved *** Old Farm advice .. There's something in dry chicken manure that quells the burning sensation from peppers ..
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Oct 2, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
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