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December 25, 2018

and feeling a slight pang of dread:
“that’s a wheelbarrow tire, dude.”
So perhaps, gals and chaps,
it’s not meant to be towed.
(At least not over 35mph on-road).
 
So Davey, no sh**, had some big wood to split,
and he knew that it would not be fun;
so this he did: fare
without wing or prayer,
for he knew then to go git ‘er done.
[Thus ends absurd wood splitting expositions.]

Outward and upward
and outward we fare;
clean out the cupboard,
make room for farm share.
This Davey dude can thereby  assert:
“organic food sure can never hurt.”