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Talkin' To Joe

Remember the day we were playing Cowboys and Indians in the barn? Bert was sittin' on the three-legged stool Milkin' the old cow, Sam or you, (Never me, I was always innocent) Poked that cow in the butt With a tobacco stick. Oh, What a shout Bert let out! We all flew to Granny and you screamed, "Hide us quick, Mama, that old man's Gonna kill us!" She stuffed us all three under the "company room" bed. We could always count on her...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/29/2012 10:01:00 AM
Thanks for all your positive comments! Everthing I write about Uncle Joe is true and real!
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Date: 1/28/2012 7:20:00 AM
Like it very much. oxox love Anne-Lise
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Date: 1/28/2012 7:13:00 AM
this is a wonderful telling of a sweet memory. i hope it's real! i enjoyed it.
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