He was so so tired! Even the board looked comfy!
Her first trip up into the hayloft! She thought she was big stuff!
One more: a guys always got to have a pair (or so!) of gloves handy!
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the chorus, from the song "Indiana"
Back home again in Indiana,
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Thru the sycamores for me,
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam,
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
- BALLARD MACDONALD
And it seems that I can see
The gleaming candlelight still shining bright
Thru the sycamores for me,
The new-mown hay sends all its fragrance
From the fields I used to roam,
When I dream about the moonlight on the Wabash,
Then I long for my Indiana home.
- BALLARD MACDONALD
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