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Apr 2021
Once, many years ago, when our daughter was only four, five, or six.
We took her into the local grocers shop.
She was puzzled at the sign 'Hand Washed Baby Potatoes'.
So i explained to her, that the potatoes came via a children's nursery,
where the babies were gainfully employed washing small (new) potatoes,
and for this, their payment was a small bag of fresh nappies........
by Jemia
Written by
Jemia de Blondeville  63/Transgender Female/hastings
(63/Transgender Female/hastings)   
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