ice cold a torch-boy
post solstice afield wet hay
no time a pudding
the doll-bearer maids
persuade caramel camels
my root cellar hoard
tin mold a steep side
an ornamental railing
my juniper stoop
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ice cold a torch-boy
post solstice afield wet hay
no time a pudding
the doll-bearer maids
persuade caramel camels
my root cellar hoard
tin mold a steep side
an ornamental railing
my juniper stoop
is definitely wet-hay time here, total melt down of all the snow from last two weeks ….
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oh…I heard it was a bad year for hay; I’ve none to spare and less pie…
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i have half a pie yet, the other disappeared somehow…..
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oops
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i think we’re the only ones on wordpress today….. lol
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if you miscount an ogre or two!
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