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Farmer Brown

I once knew an old farmer named Brown Who was somewhat the neighborhood clown He twisted animal balloons While whistling old country tunes And called squares at the county hoedown.
written October 14, 2021

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Date: 10/15/2021 11:28:00 AM
There is nothing better than calling squares at a hoedown unless it is watching an auctioneer.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/15/2021 1:03:00 PM
So true, Caren, particularly those auctioneers that can really get it going.

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