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Happy On a Stick

Happiness on a stick Bought at the Iowa State Fair for eight dollars. All of her money. But well worth it. Eight dollars for happiness. Ridiculous! Scoffed her Daddy. A total waste of your money, her mother told her. No one cares about junk like that. But she did. A bargain, her grandmother told her. Only eight dollars? Let’s go. She took her back to the fair, And they both bought another one. Best day ever.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 1/24/2019 1:29:00 PM
Ah, the forbidden pleasure of fried butter on a stick - first thing I thought of!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/24/2019 4:24:00 PM
I like fried anything on a stick - fried whale, fried mushroom, fried tiger. I am a big fan of fried. Too bad I am not ever supposed to eat fried again. I'll be right back. This bag of chips is finally gone....
Date: 1/23/2019 5:13:00 PM
Great idea, "Happiness on a stick". Luv it.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/23/2019 5:23:00 PM
You and I both love it; I was saying to myself "fried butter on a stick, corn on a cob on a stick, corn dog on a stick, cotton candy on a stick,and then WHAM "happy on a stick!"

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