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They say it’s like an onion This work You slice through layer after layer To get to a core Is there a core to an onion? They forgot to tell…
At Falcon Ridge, my kids busked with their little violins, and filled their fiddle cases with dollars and quarters. At one point, their cousin shouted “Donations!” to the passers-by. Horrified,…
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