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Once a staple of the times (Even in my day) , The woodstove was a means By which God made a way. A bridge between then and now, It fed and kept us warm. The woodstove was a way of life. The woodstove was the norm. And ranking ‘mongst the basics Needed to survive, The woodstove has served well In keeping us alive.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
The Woodstove
Once a staple of the times (Even in my day) , The woodstove was a means By which God made a way. A bridge between then and now, It fed and kept us warm. The woodstove was a way of life. The woodstove was the norm. And ranking ‘mongst the basics Needed to survive, The woodstove has served well In keeping us alive.
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Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
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