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The Last Carrot

I can’t believe he took the last carrot To fashion a nose for his tottery snowman Even more surprised that Frosty could wear it While running away as fast as he can! Written December 2, 2022

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Mike Gentile

Date: 12/3/2022 6:01:00 AM

Were you saving it for beef stew! Good one Milt! A fun Wintery image this is! Happy Saturday!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/3/2022 8:07:00 AM

Thanks, Mike. I do love a good beef stew. Have a marvelous weekend!

Marco Chies

Date: 12/2/2022 5:46:00 PM

light, graceful and youthful. I loved it.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/2/2022 7:28:00 PM

Ah, thanks, Marco. So happy to hear from you.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/2/2022 1:45:00 PM

Funny to read! Fun to think about!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 12/2/2022 4:07:00 PM

Glad you got a kick out of it, Caren.