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In fallow field    Where corn once grew I chanced upon    An old mule shoe I pondered on    The many miles The shoe had plod    In mulish style In river bed    Now dry as bone I came upon    A worn millstone Wondered aloud    The wagons full Of new milled corn    The mule had pulled In old grey barn    Within a stall I found these words    Carved on the wall *George Washington    Once slept here Best **** mule    From far and near* ;) r ~ 20Mar14
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
Fallow Field of Words
In fallow field    Where corn once grew I chanced upon    An old mule shoe I pondered on    The many miles The shoe had plod    In mulish style In river bed    Now dry as bone I came upon    A worn millstone Wondered aloud    The wagons full Of new milled corn    The mule had pulled In old grey barn    Within a stall I found these words    Carved on the wall *George Washington    Once slept here Best **** mule    From far and near* ;) r ~ 20Mar14
Sorry, couldn't resist.  I'm brayin' for inspiration.
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
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