Cleaning the Yard Today I found this old penny in the yard; its brown enough to be the ground camouflaged underneath wet leaves. The spring returns no matter how many of them we spend without discretion. I want to keep seasons in my savings jar. I'd keep a lid on the one that preserves the long... Sign in to see full entry.
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