Wednesday, December 16, 2009

In the Winter of Ought-Nine



Ya, we got hit hard in the winter of ought-nine. Froze hard in December and didn't thaw till spring. One of these years we're gonna move outta here, move when there's some warmth. Quit this farmin' and get a city job. Things will be better then, we'll have biscuits 'n gravy every meal. And the dog won't need me to haul her over the snow drifts.

Not like it was in the winter of ought-nine.

By Professor Batty



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