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A potato poem

March 19, 2013



Twas the eve of Potato Bake, And in the church kitchen, I was washing the taters, and not even gritchin’. You see, this yearly task – Washing dirt off the veggies – Is quiet and peaceful And no one gives wedgies. Alone with the water, alone with the taters, alone with the hum of two […]

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