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Talking Too Much

(A Dizzy Blonde Sedoka) Its hard to admit that you like cinnamon and cloves in your coffee or tea (once in a while) I get that shudder and look, gasp Wondering if I will find an overlooked Walnut or Chestnut tree, that the City has not condemned to death So what, if the street becomes messy Why mess with a natural thing? Some people are always altering things

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/4/2023 2:53:00 AM

I like this one. I am a rural dwelling person, but I have seen it on a few tv shows how the city will condemn a tree which is sad. Years ago, we had a black walnut tree in our yard, and I do agree that the wrappings on the nuts were very messy, but the nut within when once they were cracked and picked out was wonderful. Daddy would work hard to do that task so mother could make a cake with black walnut divinity frosting. Thanks for sharing this one and for dropping by my page. Sara K

Jude Herrick
Date: 11/4/2023 10:33:00 AM

Thank you Sara ???!