Pumpkins
Pumpkins shaking on the vine ,
what the bloody hell this time,
runners crawling cross the field ,
towing pumpkins its unreal...
Jack the horse," it's feeding time."
"how about some red red wine?"
true story mine ....Don
ole quarter horse Jack just knew how to get him a feed...
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