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*Kelleytown's lowlands are steaming from thirty second showers on the hour , enough to settle the dust but ne'er even close to removing this flannel shirt protecting my hide from a Sun way high , picking okra growing larger by the minute fighting thick air and heat bad enough to cook an egg outdoors on a flat iron skillet Wasp working the tops , 'Skeeters' down low Pod rash running up both wrist with ten more rows to go* ....
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Okra Blues ...(First hand account )
*Kelleytown's lowlands are steaming from thirty second showers on the hour , enough to settle the dust but ne'er even close to removing this flannel shirt protecting my hide from a Sun way high , picking okra growing larger by the minute fighting thick air and heat bad enough to cook an egg outdoors on a flat iron skillet Wasp working the tops , 'Skeeters' down low Pod rash running up both wrist with ten more rows to go* ....
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