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Digging Taters

Digging 'taters by headlights Can be a bit of a trick Having to feel in the ground for spuds Becomes the best approach Headlights makes shadows Shadows are darkness Darkness doesn't give much vision It is a faith of sorts to feel in the dirt pushing the thought of a snake or toad out of the back of my mind. My reward is a creamy fresh potato meal The ones I dig taste much better than the ones bought in a store.

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Skat A

Date: 12/5/2015 1:02:00 PM

Deep way in describing faith

Doris Culverhouse
Date: 6/29/2021 5:47:00 AM

thank you

Paul Callus

Date: 6/4/2015 3:25:00 PM

This is an interesting write, Doris; quite a unique topic! Still wondering why one would want to dig up spuds at night...unless from somebody else's fileld:) // paul

Doris Culverhouse
Date: 6/4/2015 4:02:00 PM

well it was dusk and my neighbor offered the potatoes and if you don't get them while the getting is good...the offer gets gone.

Doris Culverhouse
Date: 6/4/2015 4:01:00 PM

well it was dusk and my neighbor offered the potatoes and if you don't get them while the getting is good...the offer gets gone.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 6/3/2015 5:18:00 AM

Those fresh ones are good but a Dickens to clean..Enjoyed reading your work..Good to see you back on soup..Mom