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The Camper

Through the murky veil of morning fog, the smell of bacon, as it creeps, slowly winding its way from the frying pan scent. Riding high on the morning mist, it steals across into the tent, silent as a crawling snail, into the cub Scout’s bag to awaken.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 6/6/2012 9:00:00 PM
Cool rhyme with bacon and awaken. I LOVE that kind of early morning scent. YUM
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Date: 6/6/2012 7:23:00 PM
CHARLES, Congratulations with your wonderful win, In SARA KENDRICK'S "PLEASANT CHILDHOOD MEMORY" contest. take care;-) ~ Always PD
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Date: 6/6/2012 5:20:00 AM
Congratulations Charles on your win in Sara's "A Pleasant Childhood Memory" contest. Love, Carol
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Date: 6/6/2012 2:04:00 AM
Charles congrats on your win, David
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Date: 6/5/2012 5:44:00 PM
Charles, Glad that you went in this direction for your theme..I have done some camping and the food would smell so good and be so good from all the exercise..Thanks for participating in my contest..Sara
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