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and The pickles on the shelves in the condiment aisle are readying themselves for the winter The half-sours stand at attention The garlics stand at parade rest Dill chips are stacked so their eyes cannot see out the jar Mrs. Smith's bread & butter pickles will not be on sale again until late Spring (so tasty are these) What a long cold winter awaits those underachieving cucumbers
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Late Fall
and The pickles on the shelves in the condiment aisle are readying themselves for the winter The half-sours stand at attention The garlics stand at parade rest Dill chips are stacked so their eyes cannot see out the jar Mrs. Smith's bread & butter pickles will not be on sale again until late Spring (so tasty are these) What a long cold winter awaits those underachieving cucumbers
david-ehrgott
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Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
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