Thursday, July 11, 2013

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The porch swing was solace in days gone by, grandpa would whittle at evenings tide.
The smell of pies cooling in windows near, I on the porch stoop with fun on my mind. Our farm was productive as many around, intended for commerce–four generations now.

Johnny and I would sneak off to town, a lot more chatter and yelling we found.
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Alexander Beebe
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Ft. Sill Oklahoma
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Ft. Sill Oklahoma
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